Me: Have you seen my long-sleeve grey t-shirt?
11yo: No, I don’t have one.
Me: No, that’s not what I asked.
11yo: Oh. What did you ask?
Me: Have you seen my long-sleeve grey t-shirt?
Granted, I immediately realized that this could be somewhat
confusing because at the time I was WEARING a long-sleeve grey t-shirt…I have
two, thank you very much. They're different. I'm certain you would agree if given a side-by-side comparison.
11yo: Um…no.
No indication was made that he even noticed I was wearing
one or that my question might somehow be confusing.
Me: And I don’t mean the one I’m wearing.
11yo: Oh. I didn’t notice.
Me: OK, so do you have my OTHER long-sleeve grey t-shirt?
11yo: No! I don’t have a long-sleeve grey t-shirt.
Me: No…that’s not what I asked. Do you have MY long sleeve
grey t-shirt?
11yo: Ummm…no.
Me: Well, could you look?
11yo: I don’t have it.
Me: Are you sure?
11yo: Yes…
He was very confused at this point, and thought that I was
somehow accusing him of taking my clothes.
Me: No, clearly I don’t mean ‘Did you take it?’… I mean ‘Do you have
it by mistake maybe?’
11yo: No.
Me: Are you sure?
11yo: Yes.
Me: Would you please check? Because I can’t find it anywhere
and it’s been gone for over a week…I’ve done laundry since then…
At this point, I must interject this additional information…he
and I are getting to the point at which we are close to wearing the same size
in some things, and basic clothing (such as a long-sleeve grey t-shirt) can
very easily get put in the wrong stack of clothing when a different person is
helping with the folding.
By no means am I implying that I am the same size as my
child…maybe in height but definitely not build. But God love him…he does have
my broad shoulders, so he probably wears a larger size than he would
otherwise…in fact, Mr. Always Random and I both have broad shoulders so the kid
probably wasn’t going to be able to avoid it.
11yo: OK… I’ll check.
11yo: (About 30 seconds later, and handing me the shirt) Here…sorry.
Me: Thanks…where was it?
11yo: In my drawer.
Me: So, just curious…do you actually LOOK at the clothes you
are given or just mindless shove them in a drawer?
11yo: (Eye roll)
And scene…
Addendum: In a previous conversation relating to my 11yo and
I, and our clothes, we were discussing the fact that I had actually taken one
of the sweatshirts belonging to my 11yo and had claimed it as my own. Hey – if you
could fit into a sweatshirt of your child’s wouldn’t you claim it too?
The point of this discussion being simply this: he likes to
harass me about the sweatshirt but I guarantee that if I gave it back he would
never wear it because his mother has worn it. In public even! Gasp!
In this conversation, my 9yo jumped in, “Hey mom, you wear
his sweatshirts…maybe he could wear some of your clothes! Wouldn’t it be funny
if he started wearing your bras?”
Ummmm, without going into great detail, I think that would be something other than
funny…disconcerting is the word which comes to mind, actually.
And thanks for that visual.
And thanks for that visual.
Of course I responded, “No! I don’t think that would be
funny! And I guarantee that he does not want to wear my clothes…especially not
my bras.”
“Oh, yeah, I know. Sorry. I probably shouldn’t have said that.
Where is my filter?”
I wish I knew, kid…
I did NOT see the 9yo comment coming! I snorted. Funny stuff! We have the same laundry problem when my hubs folds clothes, except he gives my 15yr old who wears a size 0 (that actually is not a size I tell her all the time!) and gives them to me, (not a size 0 FAR from a 0, far from both 0 at the beginning of counting... ) she will come to me with a shirt or I will pull out her pants. Seriously I'm flattered that my husband things my waist is actually the size of my one leg. I guess love is blind! He also mixes up the little girls too, but when they are a size 2 and a size 5 there is a difference. The boys he is spot on when sorting and folding. Oh and still laughing about his suggestion!
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