It was bound to happen one day...

...and I'm surprised it took 5 1/2 years to finally occur.

I did some laundry last night (ha ha, very funny...it hasn't quite been 5.5 years since I washed last) and pulled the second load out of the dryer. It was a darks load, which included my brand new dark-wash jeans. I was very careful, turned them inside out and meticulously sorted the laundry to prevent bleed problems, even caught and removed the lone white sock that snuck in the machine. Everything looked good when I put it in the dryer. When I opened it up afterward, there was a broken green crayon on top of the lint trap, but still solid! Whew. Then I found a yellow crayon jammed in a groove near the lint trap, also miraculously unmelted! Thank goodness! Yellow and green wax all over our clothes could have been a nightmare!

So, I dropped the next load (whites) in the dryer and went to bed. I opened it up this morning to fold and found green smears all over the dryer insides. The missing piece of the broken green crayon had hidden out somewhere in the dryer. Judging from the piece I removed, it was a maximum of 1/2 inch of green wax, but it sure spread far!! Of course, the crayons remained whole in the dark load, no signs of melting or smearing there, but once I put in the white load, the crayon nub tumbled itself to melty oblivion all over our clothes. Mostly, it's the underwear that were affected. A few white t-shirts have some green smears on the sleeves. What are the odds? Why didn't the crayon melt in the dark load, but reached it's breaking point with the whites?

William - the Riddler

Note that this conversation occurred in the car, where all deep thought happens for our kids and immediately followed our conversation about the boxes of toys we were driving to the church to donate. I have no idea how his brain leapt from one to the other.

W: "Mom, what would you do if you 'digged' a deep, deep hole and you were at the bottom and you didn't have a ladder to get out? You couldn't jump that high."

Mom: "I suppose I would call for help."

W: "Well, what if no one heard you, could you get out then?"

M: "I don't know William, what would you do?"

W: "I guess you could just actually dig more dirt in the hole and climb on top of it. And when you dig the dirt just fills up the hole and you could walk out."

My mind immediately returned to the riddle about a tennis ball down a deep hole. I don't know where he comes up with this stuff and how he thinks these things up so quickly.

Sorry for the delay...

...it has been very busy and we are still very busy.

Just know that there is lots of house stuff going on around here. We'll get around to sorting it all out and hopefully posting wonderful pictures soon enough.