Purple Crayon, Purple Crayon (As sung to the tune of Purple Rain)
I began pulling out his wrinkled clothes.
Wait a minute! Why is everything decorated with PURPLE streaks?!
I grabbed a pair of his school khakis, although they could now be referred to as his school purples. I reached into the pocket and found the hard, crusty remnants of a purple crayon.
DANG! DANG! DANG!
I don't usually check his pockets.
BIG E! DID YOU PUT A PURPLE CRAYON IN YOUR POCKET?
He looked up from his workbook. And nodded yes.
I GUESS THAT WASN'T A GOOD IDEA, MOM!
I felt like slamming my head into the wall.
Anyway, I'll just add this to the list of things I've accidentally washed:
2) Matchbox Cars
4) Floss Picks
I'm sure this will not be the last item that incorrectly finds its way into the hamper.
In the meantime, I'm hoping a rewash will take care of the crayon. If not, a shopping I will go.