What is the appeal?

The other day I had to wash Taye's blanket, which is a thick denim comforter that doesn't fit into our machine. When I told the boys we were going to the laundromat, you would have thought I just said we were going to Disneyworld. Honestly. There was jumping and cheering and general cooperativeness with getting ready to go. The excitement did not diminish the entire time we were there, every machine was studied, touched, exclaimed over. Talk about a cheap thrill.