Achtung, Sweaters

The first time I shrank this sweater of Scott's, it became Ruby's. The second time, Ptolemy inherited it. He was quite a dapper little first grader in that nice boiled wool look. When Scott showed me the new version of the sweater, I said, "How did that end up in the laundry room? You know it's dangerous in there."

Oh, Scott knows. He washes his own laundry because, well, it's just safer that way. Don't get me wrong; I LOVE doing laundry, mostly because of the good smells. Fabric softner is like a soothing drug. So I like doing laundry, I just don't enjoy doing a particularly good job of it. If your clothes survive, they deserve to live another day. If not, there's always someone smaller waiting to claim them.