Socks

The other day, Michael goes down the hall and starts putting the clothes in the dryer and then starts another batch. When he comes out, I asked him, "What did you put in the washer?" "Socks," he says. I think this is odd, and ask, "just socks?" "and some pj bottoms." An hour or so later, I rotate the laundry, and sure enough, the washer is full of socks and one pair of pajamas, not two or three, but just one. And it's not just almost full, it is really full.

I may have more shoes, but he definately has way more socks.