In the Laundry Pile of "Good and Evil"

In a mass of dirty laundry there will be 3 seperate categories. Clothes that fit, that need to be washed, clothes that are too small, and need to be washed, and clothes that are of the wrong season, and need to be washed. When sorting this load, after all is made clean, more often then not, unreliable helpers end up sending all items back to an unwanted destination. Their closet. This gives them the option of wearing such things in the most inappropriate times possible...and usually looks something like this...

I bought a package of size 8 underwear for Hannah when she was about 6-7 years old. Some factory worker thought it would be entertaining to add a size 14 to the mix and ship it on it's way. Mother opens package, and shows her daughter all of the cute patterns that will never be seen, to her child, but her child only has eyes for the size 14.
"You can't wear those yet," I say, cramming them, in a wad, into the thin plastic envelope.
"But they are my favorite ones," she whines, dancing from side to side to try and catch a glimpse of the pair, hidden behind my back.
"They aren't your size," I hurry to find a suitable hiding spot for them in my sock drawer in my room. She follows.
"Don't touch them," I warn. "I need to make dinner."
All seemed to be forgotten until a week later, while we were at a dinner party, the oversized pair made their apperance from under a summer dress, into a sad little heap on the floor. Trying to explain why my daughter had found it necessary to remove her underwear in public appeared to be futile...We left shortly after.

And yet another example...
It's 40 degrees outside, in the middle of the day, and I am asissting with the girls' clothing choices for the evening ahead.
"Put on something warm, it's very cold outside," I tell them, as I search for a coat for the baby.
"I'm hot," Emelia announces, flinging unwanted sweaters and fleece pants from her drawer.
"Well, you'll be cold when you go out tonight, so pick something for COLD weather," I put much emphasis on the word COLD.
10 minutes pass and I call everybody to the playroom to judge their sucess in finding winter appropriate attire.
Hannah, is wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, uh, not too bad...She'll pass.
Adelynne comes out in a skirt, a shirt with a hole in it and no socks.
"Can we at least put some tights on?" I ask, while nudging her back to her room.
Emelia tops them all, she comes out in a pair of floral short shorts and a tank top, and while they were obviously not suitable for the current weather conditions, they were also not her size either.
"Emelia, what did I say when I told you to get dressed," I sighed, knowing she would probably be answering me.
"COLD clothes," she huffed, pulling the shorts out of her rear end.
"Cold clothes?" My mind sought desperately to remember the conversation.
"Yes," she answered, "And these are COLD clothes."
I was about to argue that I said "COLD weather" when I suddenly envisioned her teachers at church wondering at my parenting skills, and I smiled, ever so subtly, "Wear them then," I said, "But, so you know, people at church might worry that mama and daddy can't take care of you and want to take you away."
And in the way, that only a 4 year old named Emelia can do, she cocked her head slightly to one side and asked, "Can I live with Miss Glori then?"