Usually, I’m reasonably good about checking our pockets before running a load of laundry. But today I made a serious miscalculation in my last load of laundry—Hayden’s clothes.
As I was emptying the washing machine, I saw it in the bottom of a drum: a cell phone. I held my breath for a second. But it wasn’t one of our “current” ones; it was an old cell phone that we let Hayden play with. One that, I suddenly remembered, he’d insisted on shoving in the pocket of his jeans.
Not only will I need to be more careful in doing Hayden’s laundry, but I need to get in the habit of checking just about anything before I use it. The last time I made a roast, I removed the stoneware from my slow cooker to find this:
I was amazed it hadn’t smelled absolutely terrible. It was actually worse than it looks.
And it looks like anything stored below waist-height is pretty much fair game for Hayden’s “storage.”