Last night, my 12-year-old son and I had the following exchange, with a bit of husband thrown in at the end.
Me: Where did you put your pjs from last night?
The Boy: In the dirty clothes, I've only worn them 3 nights in a row. (slight sarcasm here)
Me: No, you haven't, I washed them yesterday.
The Boy: Oh. I'll take them out of the dirty clothes then. It's no big deal anyway because there's nothing else in the dirty clothes. Sheesh. You're so diligent (yes, he used that word) with the laundry. You pounce on the laundry like a lion!
Me: Puma. I'm like a puma.
Husband: Dennice, laundry puma.
P.S. I think there's a screen print t-shirt opportunity for the phrase laundry puma.