Socks

Today I took a pair of socks out of the dirty laundry basket. They were absolutely filthy, beyond the help of bleach and had huge holes in them. I dropped them on the newspaper as the culprit son read the sports page.
"These are disgusting Tim."
"Whaaaaaat? They're fine." he said as he put them on.
"Yeah, well, I'm not washing them with the rest of the whites."
"Ewww," he said as he ripped them off his feet. "You mean these are dirty?"
Go figure.