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Basic Math

Fischer came to me excited this morning because he found a "secret" pocket inside his jacket.  

"When I'm a little older, I can probably carry a lighter in there," he told me.  The jacket is a size 5T.  I'm not great with numbers, but I'm pretty sure you will never be old enough to carry a lighter in the pocket of that jacket, Son.  

Speaking of numbers and things not adding up: laundry.  

For every two days of clothes wearing, I do about a weeks worth of laundry.  The boys laundry is the most mind boggling.  I emptied their hamper, and two days later they had three pair of pants, two shirts, seven pairs of socks and no underwear.  Seven pair of socks and no underwear.  Two boys.  Two days.  Something just isn't adding up here.  It occurs to me that we might need to revisit basic hygiene rules and regulations. I've gotten a lot more comfortable around dirt, germs, and general filth in the past six years (not proud of this), but there are certain lines...

In the meantime, if anyone has tips and tricks on how to avoid laundry piles taking over your life, send them my way. Short of getting rid of everyone's clothes, I'm out of ideas. 

One last thought on the subject of math.  Who decided it would be a good idea to spell the number two: t-w-o?  What kind of cruel trickery were they trying to pull?  Have you ever tried to teach a kid to read then come across, "two?"  Just try to sound that one out.  Also "one."  Terrible.  English is just terrible.  

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