Sunday, April 20, 2008
The Joys of Boys
Y'all know that I have serious laundry issues. So I definitely do not need any more.
As I was going through one of the hampers this evening, I noticed that the clothes were damp and a bit more, um, malodorous than usual.
My first thought was that our elderly cat was responsible. I quickly dismissed this idea because she is too obese, old and out of shape to jump that high. Besides, I've cleaned up enough cat and child messes to know the difference.
A mom's nose knows.
Knowing that Pete has a tendency to wait until the last minute, my next assumption was that he'd had a wet accident and tossed the odiferous undies in the hamper without telling me. As I searched for the smelly skivvies, I found more than wet underwear.
I found wet shirts. I found wet pants. I found wet socks. Many of these wet things belonged to Hubby and me.
(Putting on imaginary Sherlock Holmes cap.)
Hmmmmm . . . .
Hubby has not had any accidents this week.
I have not had any accidents this week.
Which leaves only one possibility:
Dear friends, my son has been whizzing in the laundry hamper.
(Counting to ten.)
(Banging head against wall.)
Why, why, why???
Perhaps he is marking his territory.
Does this mean that he's going to do the laundry from now on?