Giving a boy with ADHD responsibility for the family’s laundry probably wasn’t our best call. All too often we found ourselves with nothing but air in our underwear drawers. One night, my husband wondered when he would see his tidy whities again.

“Son,” he said. “Are you planning to do the laundry soon?”

“No, Dad. Why?”

“Well, because tomorrow morning I will have no underwear to wear to work.”

Our son considered his dad’s dilemma and said, “No problem. Just borrow some of mine. We can be Boxer Buddies.”