When you have adult children, there are some ... ahem ... things that you don't want to know.
Like I really don't want to know about my boys' sex lives. I mean I REALLY don't.
It's all better left to the imagination. Or not to be thought about at all.
When you LIVE with adult children, there are things you don't want to find in your laundry basket.
Like ... what the heck is THIS???
Let's get a little closer:
Ok, starting to get a little weirded out. What IS that?
So. Um. Yeah. Well.
I know what that LOOKED like ... and I wasn't sure I wanted to be touching it. So I approached Z-man's room tentatively.
"Is this yours?" I asked.
"NO!" he said loudly. "EW. What are you saying? God, please go away. No that is NOT mine."
"You know what it looks like, right? You're sure it's not yours?"
"NO NO NO NO NO. Gross."
So I walked away, less sure what I was holding in my hand.
And, as a shot in the dark, I walked to the Roo-girl's room.
"Um," I said hesitantly. "Is this yours?"
"Yeah," she said immediately.
"It's my sock!"
Ohhhhhhh... yeah, now I see ... it's one of a pair. Like this:
Whew. I feel so much better.