Who'd a thunk it?

So there I was, folding kitchen towels on the dining room table, and Youngest Son comes over, says "Give me that, Ma", and essentially grabs one out of my hands.

And why did he do this?

"Your edges aren't dressed!"

At which point he proceeded to fold the towel for me, military style, edges aligned and corners squared.

"Never thought you'd hear those words from me, did you?"

Well, quite honestly, no.

Something else I never thought I'd see:

He's learned how to iron.  And was even doing it voluntarily!

Who is this industrious young man, and what has he done with my son?!?