I finally got him to do laundry for the first time in history last week. Not only did he do the laundry, but he folded it and put it away too. I was super okay with that...until I inspected, just now.
Here, I have two work shirts. They're the same exact shirts, just in different colors. (Don't make fun. I'm broke and get everything that fits in every color at the outlets once a year. It's cool, I don't wear them in the same week.)


Anyway. They used to be the same size. Now the black one would probably fit my four-year-old niece. 

In analyzing this, I'm pretty sure he interpreted, "Just put everything in a COLD wash and everything will be okay! COLD WASHES ONLY!" as "Please put everything in a hot wash. All of them. All in one load. HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT."
Le sigh. On a side note, I wish he had ruined the other one. I hate that color so much. Not sure why I got it...
