Bedtime:
Walking into the boys bedroom, I notice that their clothes are still all over the floor. I call them to take care of them. In a few minutes, I come back and sure enough, Caleb has piled his into the laundry basket.
"Caleb, your clothes are not all dirty. I don't even think your sweater is dirty. You need to pick them up, fold them nicely, and put them away."
Caleb: "So Mom, I'm pretty sure that sweater is dirty. I don't know exactly where, but I was wiping my tears all over it today."
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