The Laundry Shrinkage Incident

Marriage is built on love, laughter, and the occasional laundry mishap. My husband, Jarred, is a wonderful man—thoughtful, helpful, and always willing to lend a hand. But when it comes to laundry? Let’s just say his enthusiasm far outweighs his expertise at times.

One evening, I asked him to do a simple task: "Hey, could you start the laundry?"

"Of course!" he said cheerfully, eager to help.

Hours later, I went to retrieve my freshly dried clothes, only to discover a tragedy.

My favorite sweater—once a cozy, oversized masterpiece—was now… tiny. Not just a little smaller, but child-sized. The kind of sweater that might fit a very fashionable teddy bear.

"Jarred?" I called, holding up the now miniaturized garment.

He strolled in, completely unaware of the crime he had committed. "What’s up?"

I dangled the shrunken sweater in front of him. "Does anything about this look… different to you?"

He studied it for a moment. "Huh. I don't remember the kids having a shirt like that. Why?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Jarred, do you remember me having a shirt like this?"

His eyes slowly got wide.

I took a deep breath. "Babe, my sweaters cannot be washed and dried like normal clothes!"

He looked genuinely surprised. "Oh. Well… that explains a lot." He glanced down at his own sweater, which now that I was looking, did look a tad shorter than it should be.

We both stood there in silence for a moment before he broke into a sheepish grin. "Sooo… I guess I should check labels from now on?"

"That would be a great idea," I said, trying not to laugh.

And just like that, Jarred was officially relieved of the worry of washing any of our sweaters. But on the bright side, if anyone knows a very fashionable teddy bear in need of a sweater, I’ve got one to spare.