Dirty Laundry

As the boys get bigger, my laundry piles get dirtier and dirtier. I always check pants pockets for stray objects that shouldn’t go through the washing machine. Crayons, bolts, dead flowers, things like that. So far, nothing has moved when I’ve stuck my hand in a pocket. <shudder> They do love their creatures. Levi especially.


But lately it’s become clear that this is not enough. I empty pockets, then I turn the pants upside down over the utility sink and shake. Shake shake shake and shake some more. The amount of dirt that falls out of their pockets and hems and crevices is astounding.

I cannot imagine where it all comes from.




It’s a mystery.


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