I do laundry on Mondays. Usually. On Tuesday the boys had no socks to wear.
Mom: I did all the white clothes yesterday. Check the sock basket.
Boys: Nope. No socks. None that fit, anyway.
Mom: Check under your beds.
Boys: Nope. But we found . . . . (you fill in the blank. I’m sure they found whatever your imaginations come up with)
Mom: What are you doing with all your socks? Trading them for bubble gum? Sending them to orphans in who-knows-where? Washing the car with them? What?
Boys: I dunno! We wear them, put them in the laundry, but they don’t ever come back!
Mom: Really? You put them in the laundry? So you are blaming the washer? You think it’s eating them? Maybe there’s a dark abyss behind the laundry room door where all boy socks go to die!
Seeing she’s getting nowhere with this conversation, mom steps out the front door to water the flower pots. Lo and behold what does she see? SOCKS!
And that, my friends, is real life. Where do you store your dirty socks?
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