"hey, that sheet for the crib really doesn't fit well"

Yeah, you see, cause it's a sheet. Not a fitted crib sheet. A sheet. Never mind that the rest of the crib sheets are directly below the crib mattress in the drawer attached to the crib.

And then there is the boy...

Him: "Sebastian and I had a discussion of youth hostels."
Me: "Um, why?"
Him: "Cause there weren't any sheets on his bed."
Me: "Yeah, don't you remember me telling you at supper that you had to make his bed?"
Him: "Oh. Well, he is sleeping wrapped in his covers."

**sigh**

And that's what you get when Papa puts the kids to bed, when I am busy, on laundry day.