"Son, can you get my washing out of my washing basket, bring it down and we'll pop it in the machine with yours"
"Sure Dad, no problem"
Wow...haven't I done well to train him up to domestic bliss, I think.
"Dad, I don't mean to be critical or anything, but there are six pairs of my underpants in YOUR washing basket. You told me not to wear your pants, aren't you being a bit hypocritical?"
"Those are the pants that you leave crumpled up on the floor beside the shower every morning, and never pick up. Even when I tell you to. Even when I leave them in a pile outside your bedroom door."
"Oh, right"
