Owen got angry with me this morning for taking a pair of dirty underwear off his bed and chucking them into the laundry bin.
"I need them!" he exclaimed, trying to dig them out of the laundry basket like a junkie looking for a fix.
I absolutely put my foot down and told him that he sleeps with enough stuff in his bed and I will not under any circumstances allow him to sleep with a dirty pair of underpants.
Then I went into the other room and told Kyle about it and we snickered like twelve-year-olds.