I ventured into Jacob's room prematurely this morning. His room is my laundry dumping ground. When I'm too lazy to put away my clothes (dirty or clean) I throw them in a pile in his room because, except for when I put Jacob to bed at night, no one ever goes in there. I am ashamed. But not enough to stop.
After my morning shower the search for panties was on. You can tell I am getting down to my last pair when I start waltzing around in thongs because I don't particularly like thongs and so i save them for last resort. This morning I didn't even have any thongs left! So I went to Jacob's room where I had just (four days ago) deposited a fresh load a clean laundry onto his room. I was nervous I would wake him but he was sleeping like a baby.
I found him like this: knees tucked under his chest and butt in the air.