Maybe if I keep repeating that I’ll remember it…
Seriously.
Nah, it’s not really THAT bad. One of them (And I’m pretty sure I know which one) put crayons into his pocket. Four of them. Then took off his clothes and put them in the hamper. Which I emptied into the washer, and then switched into the dryer.
Argh!!!
So now we have a pretty dryer. Seriously — it’s like a nice watercolor effect on the (formerly) white enamel.
And a ruined load of laundry. At least N will get some new socks out of the debacle.
For your viewing pleasure…
Dryer interior:
N’s socks:
K’s new and improved tie-dye shirt (and you thought it couldn’t get any more colorful!)
And lastly, the remains of the offending crayons. I think I know which Thing was responsible for this particular goof because the crayons are yellow, blue, red, and purple. Wiggles colors. Huh. I wonder whose those are??? That concert is costing us more money by the minute…
