Finally the clothes were piled on the bed and I reached way in the back of their drawers and came up with an Easter egg—a very smelly egg, one for each boy.
I was livid. “Why are there Easter eggs in your drawers?”
“Gosh, Mom,” they said with big innocent eyes--children have the "big innocent eyes" maneuver down pat. “We just saved our favorite Easter egg.”
The stinkin’ eggs went into the trash and I scrubbed the drawers with Lysol. I washed every single piece of clothing they had and that was that.