Sharpies are used for many things in this house. If you’re a regular reader (thankyouverymuch!), you’ll recall that not only are they used to make ridiculous marks on food containers for the purpose of claiming them–much like a dog marks his territory by urinating on it–but they are also used to mark clothing tags with a dot so Jim and I know whose clothing is whose*.
Recently a Sharpie was put to yet another use.
The older boy’s clothing has a natural path:
Worn by older boy
Handed down to younger boy**
Never*** given up by younger boy
The younger boy’s dresser drawers hang precariously open approximately 137% of the time because he has so many items of clothing. He doesn’t clean out his dresser unless I remind him approximately 2,394 times, and when he finally does “get around to it”, his “get rid of” pile is the size of a toaster, or maybe a toolbox.
Some of the shirts he wears to bed look like those of David Banner, once the Hulk takes over:
We’ve tried telling him that he has enough shirts that fit him properly and it wouldn’t be a bad thing to toss some of the itty bitty ones, but…no dice.
Jim took matters into his own hands last week when he and I were folding laundry, grabbed a Sharpie, and threw the gauntlet down.
Surprisingly, it was well-received. (By the way, enjoy the gun show. His pose was intentional for you blog readers.):
*That’s right, laugh it up. YOU try having two teen boys who wear *nearly* the same size in everything.
**I DO buy new clothing for the younger boy also. I’m just saying that the older boy’s clothing automatically moves down the chain.
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