I thought that Brendan had outgrown his dislike of cooked vegetables. He seemed to be finishing everything on his plate, recently. However, yesterday, what I found in my washing machine told me a different story. It also made me realize that what I had found in my washing machine a few days earlier was not what I thought it was (thank goodness). My earlier mistaken belief led to me sterilizing the washing machine and rewashing the clothes. Yesterday's discovery has guaranteed that I will be checking a certain boy's pockets before he leaves the table (or at least before I wash his pants).