The letter I'll never get

[mlregalado]

Dear Aunt M,

I saw the stack of laundry you folded for me. I know it wasn't in my basket but it was in the place where my basket goes. I saw all of my jeans and the shirts stacked on top of them, I saw my underwear and my button down shirts folded in half, waiting for me to hang them, just like you always do. I even saw the socks that you paired for me and I put it all away.

 

What that letter would actually say:

Dear Aunt M,

I saw the stack of laundry you left, in the spot where my basket goes, I saw my jeans at the bottom of a stack of clothes, must be some random stack of clothes, they can't possibly be mine. I knocked over the stack, snatched my jeans, and some of my underwear and left the rest. I didn't put away anything, I knocked it all around so I wouldn't have to put it away. I don't fold my laundry, how should I know what my clothes look like? It's not like I wear them everyday, right? Why should it matter if there was a stack of neatly folded clothes? There isn't now...

By the way, Where are my socks?

Tags: funny, chores, kids, boys, laundry, socks

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