Eli has, of late, become fascinated with our washing machine. Its a front loading dealy, kind of a cheapy, and super loud. He sits and watches it spin and thinks its about the coolest thing in the world. The problem is, the door is right at his eye level, and as such he uses it as his personal toy storage box.
Two days I had just started a load when I noticed something odd pushing itself up against the door of the machine. It was a book, a really fantastic children's book I bought Eli before he was born. It's toast now. I haven't had the heart to throw it again, so it just sits and looks at me, warped and wilted, on my kitchen table.
Ten minutes ago I started another load of laundry. This time, I noticed his pair of snow boots moving back and forth against the door. I am not stopping the load. They can use a washing, and I don't have the where-with-all to get them out at this point. Lesson: check before starting the load.