I'm Only Going to Wash What is in the Hamper
My son Bryce’s room was a disaster. He was eleven, and his dirty clothes were strewn all over his room. I thought I was clever for putting a hamper that looked like a basketball hoop in his room. Either he was a terrible shot, or he had forgotten about the existence of the hamper. I was sick of the mess and the smell. During family council, I let all the kids know I would only wash the clothes in their hampers. Clothes on the floor wouldn’t be washed.
Two weeks later, Bryce came to breakfast in his pajamas on a school day. The rule at our house was that they could eat breakfast after they were dressed. I asked him if it was a pajama day. He said it wasn’t, and that he didn’t have any clean clothes. I told him I was sorry to hear that. I reminded him…