I did the boys' laundry today.
I employed my usual method of separation: shirts, socks, underwear, and pajamas in the first load, pants in the second. After sorting and folding forty-something pairs of underpants and socks, it's nice only to have to fold pants by the time the second load finishes drying.
As I fold, each clothing "type" gets separated into three piles, one for each kid. I always save the underpants and socks for last, and this time while folding underpants, I noticed something odd.
I hadn't folded any underpants for J, my oldest.
I wondered why.
And then it dawned on me.
He had been wearing the same pair of underpants all week. He wasn't changing his underpants when he got dressed in the morning.
When he got home from school today, I asked why I hadn't folded any underpants for him. He gave a "you got me" smile and looked down. Busted!
I told him that I was going to start charging him a dollar a day if he didn't change his underpants and socks every day.
I think that got through to him.
Good grief, I hope so.
I don't even want to think about what I'm going to discover once he hits his teens.