This morning I was sitting in the lounge room and putting on my make up. At the same time I was watching some television. You know how it is.
My son was getting his shoes on and I noticed that he had one pair of clean socks sitting on one side of him but putting another pair of clean socks instead.
I questioned why he had two pairs of socks. He told me that the first pair he chose were not nice on his feet. They were hard and rough.
"Well, we can throw those out then. No point in keeping socks you won't wear," I said.
"No, don't do that. You just need to iron them. That will make them nice and soft," he suggested.
Oh, yeah, of course.
I will just add all the socks to the ironing basket.
It was at that point that I let him know, in the kindest possible way, that sock ironing was not something I would do as a rule.
Well, okay, I have ironed socks in the past.
And also underwear.
It looks nice and neat okay!
Not any more - not much anyway.
I would hate to let my son think that his future wife had to reach that standard.