This is what my washing machine churned out of their pockets. It does not look like much but it really was something to behold.
I leave the room for a second and hear a muffled "Help me Mommy!"
This is what I saw on my return.
Not only was he hanging in the washer but somehow he was stuck in there. I had to laugh then.
So after he was rescued, washer all cleaned out, garbage dumped, floor swept and things back to normal, Sweet-boy told me, as I tucked him into bed, that, "I never want to clean nature up again."
Hmmm, I think a lesson was learned tonite and it was good for a post too.