This morning, as I was getting all of the family and houseguests fed and out the door to their several different locations, my son came up to me saying:
"Mommy, I did something upstairs! I took all of my pajamas, and socks, and underwear, and shirts, and shorts, and..."
and I'm sorry, but that is where my brain tuned this little guy out as I was rushing through the kitchen.
After ten minutes or so, I heard a noise upstairs.
It was the washing machine on the spin cycle.
Apparently, he was telling me that he loaded all of his dirty clothes into our front-loading washer and pushed the buttons to start the machine!