It's time again to start going through everyone's dressers and pulling out too short pants and ratty shirts. It's time for the boys to moan and groan as I hand them clothing to try on to check for fit. They have it pretty easy. They only need to try a few items to give me "templates" for comparing with all the clothes in the drawers.
I asked Mal to look through his socks and put all the ones with holes in them *here* and all the others back in the drawer. When I checked on his progress later, all of his socks were placed *here*. Then I asked him why.
"Mom, all of my socks have holes in them."
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