When my sons were young lads, I happened to notice something different in their bedroom. I went in, sat on the side of the bed and chitchatted about this and that. Finally, I said I had a question for them. “Why is there a pair of underwear hanging from the ceiling fan?”
They exclaimed, “Dad! What are we going to do!!?? Mom’s going to kill us!!!”
It was an easy thing for me to retrieve the errant bloomers.