When I cleaned out my pockets this evening I found a tape measure I'd taken from my nine year old when he was trying to measure the blades of his ceiling fan from his top bunk bed after lights out, and a pocketknife belonging to my eleven-year-old that would have gone through the wash for the third time if his pants hadn't made a loud clunk when I dropped them into the bottom of the washing machine.
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That sounds familiar. Our clothes, whether we like it or not, are stone-washed every week. You'd think I'd get better at checking pockets?
LOL! That is so funny ... sometimes it amazes me too what ends up in my diaper bag by the end of the day ... or the things that I tell my children.
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