I don’t check pockets when I do laundry. I empty my own when I put my clothes in the hamper, but I just don’t even think to check Kevin’s or the boys’ pockets. You would think it would cross my mind after washing a check for a couple hundred bucks that Kevin left in his pocket several years ago. Nope! It doesn’t. You would think it would after washing rocks, toy cars, stretchy bunnies, crayons, various other toys, and most recently a small flashlight (yeah, it doesn’t work anymore). Still, nope.
Today as I pulled the load of jeans from the washing machine, I found out what the boys have been stashing in their pockets this last week. Tissues. Lots and lots of tissues. There must have been at least 2 tissues in each pair of pants for all the pieces that came out! How old are they when they learn to check their own pockets? Wait, how old is Kevin? Oi.