There Are Some Mysteries Of Motherhood That Are Perhaps Meant To Remain Mysteries

I removed a clean load of laundry from the dryer today and found this:


Now, unless I was having one of those I'm so tired I can't see anything including a half-missing arm from my son's pajamas kind of days, I don't recall removing this top from Jack's skinny little bod in this condition.

However, being that those days are many, who knows?

So, I put on my Jessica Fletcher hat and got all detective-like and came up with a few possible causes - each disturbing in its own manner - yet each more fraught with possibility than the next.

1. The boys got into a wrestling match of the most aggressive sort that resulted in a lost pajama top arm, and said arm is now stashed in a toy box or under a bed somewhere. (If you don't have boys, this might seem highly unlikely to you. However, as a mother of three of them, I can tell you this was the first thing that crossed my mind.)

2. Some sort of rodent got into our laundry and had dinosaur camo for lunch.

3. Socks no longer satisfy our hunger-ravaged washing machine, and it has now taken to eating extremities.

And, people ask me if I get bored at home.