Mt eldest was looking at one of those picture alphabet books when she was about two. When she got to the page for “I,” she looked very confused. After staring at it awhile, she brought the book to me to ask, “What’s that, Mumma?” The picture was of an iron… I go by the saying of a family friend: Iron is a noun, not a verb.
LOL! That would never happen here! Dh is an Army vet and they actually teach the soldiers to iron their uniforms in basic. He ironed his BDUs and he still irons his own shirts. I, generally, don’t iron. I press! I’m a quilter, heirloom sewer, etc. so my iron is my friend.