I am cracking up, here.
I just finished folding a load of laundry.
The kids put theirs away, but Hailey missed part of hers.
So I yell down the hall...
Hailey, come pick up this pile of shirts.
Well, it's better that picking up a pile of something else.
Okay, clearly I grew up around too much cussing. Good thing my kids didn't understand why I was cracking up!