Little Brother just wandered through here with his favorite soccer jersey in hand.
“Nannie, thank you for washing this,” he told his grandmother. He’ll wear that shirt as often as it’s clean, and sometimes when it’s not, if he thinks he can get by me.
“Where did you find THAT?” she asked him.
“In the dryer,” he answered.
“Wait,” I interrupted. “You tumbled through the dryer to find that? I hope you didn’t tumble any other clothes out onto the floor…”
“I put back the ones that fell on the floor.”