The Whites, the Darks, and X

It's never too early for a young man to learn the difference between whites, darks, and delicates. I was in the laundry room throwing in a load when X decided to help re-sort the piles of laundry on my bedroom floor. Imagine my surprise and sheer delight when I walked in and caught him smelling the socks and throwing them over his shoulder. (BTW, these pics are from a couple weeks ago...we just barely downloaded them tonight. Working full-time has not only gotten me off my game, it's completely obliterated it. Someday I might catch up...)