Sometimes, when I'm folding laundry, the only way I can tell the difference between my 30-something Wife's clothes and my 5-year-old daughter's is to look at the sleeves. If the arms are way too long to be The Littlest Critic's, it goes into The Wife's pile.
Socks are actually harder.
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Real Life Stories of the Laundry Patrol:
Okay, so I just got a call from The Wife that went like this:
The Wife: Remember that shirt of mine that I couldn’t find and I’ve been looking for for like two weeks?
Me: Nope.
The Wife: No, you remember. The purple shirt. I wanted to find it. I thought it was lost.
Me: I have no idea what you are talking about.
The Wife: Well, I found it.
Me: Really? Where?
The Wife: On The Littlest Critic. The shirt you dressed her in this morning.
Me: You’re freakin kidding. You know, after I got her to school, I thought there was something weird looking about that shirt. I just figured she had stretched the neck out.
The Wife: Nope. That was my shirt.
Me: Well, you need to start buying some adult sized clothes.
The Wife: I do.
Me: Obviously you don’t. If your clothes fit a five year old but can stretch to fit you, then you’re buying clothes that are just too small.
Ridiculous...
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