S-O-X - Socks

I thought something was amiss in our household since I seemed to have been buying a package of sox every month for my teens.  I was just certain that there was some weird foot fetish type predator lurking about, going through our drawers and stealing our sox. I've heard of taking other more intimate unmentionables, but sox???

Every time one of the teens had asked for new sox, I'd require them to clean out their room AND catch up on their laundry, just so I'd know that there REALLY were no sox to be found.

I had even gone so far as to think, in all fairness to my rule abiding children, that my washer was eating them.  But ...I've had no major backups or clogged drains recently.  I can even understand a pair or two, but sure don't buy the fact that it could have eaten 100 pair of sox in as many days!  I'm no fool -- I wasn't born yesterday!!

My son just left for a student military program. This evening while he was gone, I thought I'd take the perfect opportunity to "clean" out his room.  I don't know why I happened to get the energy to clean his room, since I rarely even get around to cleaning the rest of the house!

Since my son seldom does his laundry, I thought, as a surprise to him upon his return, I'd have his laundry all caught up as well as a clean room ... my gift of love to him!

'Sides, the room wreaked of dirty sox, so I honestly couldn't wait any longer!

Well folks, you guessed it ... my son is the sox culprit.  I ran FOUR (count 'em), FOUR full loads of "just sox" through my washer.  I don't know how he got past me with all of these sox in his possession.

Whenever he said he needed sox, I "made him" catch up on his laundry. He'd show me his empty laundry basket and swear that there were no sox anywhere to be found. :::H'yeah, Right!:::

Come to find out, my son would put all his dirty clothes in his closet while I looked at his empty laundry basket. Then, commenting on his messy the room, I'd tell him to clean it.

Then he'd transfer everything from the closet to his laundry basket and put the lid on it, and then claim his room was clean and still no sox were to be found.

Sheesh, I STILL can't figure out how he pulled this off time and time again without me catching on.

Considering all the work he did to keep the mess from me, he coulda' just put a load of sox in the washer and be done with it! TEENS ... ya gotta love 'em!!

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