Deflowered
I was greatly amused by the three young boy-innocents that sidled petulantly into the laundry room, wearing metaphorical beacons screaming "laundry virgins". They hissed uncertain instructions at each other, and stared in abject horror at the field of inexplicable buttons on the washing machines. Terms like "whites and coloureds", "softener" and "detergent" swirled around them in a vortex of confusion.
They may emerge from that experience with shirts bearing the shameful pink hues of a vagrant red sock, cleverer, wiser and older. What I am more concerned with is: we are in week 6 of term. Is this the first time these innocents have done their laundry?