About the subject of bras...
Just a short bit ago, I came upstairs after tidying up a bit in the office, and found Elf in the bedroom folding clothes. Only, he was folding a pair of my jeans. Knowing that I have a particular way of dealing with some of my jeans (some get put into a drawer, and some are hung in the closet), I asked him what he was doing with my jeans.
He stopped, looked at me, then the jeans, then said, "Wait, these are your jeans?"
"Yes, Elf, those are my jeans."
"Oh, I just saw jeans and started folding them to put away...I didn't think about whose jeans they were."
My jaw dropped a bit. "Okay, how many of my clothes are in your drawers now, dude??"
He grinned at me, that special grin that only an Elf can pull off. "Just your bras."
He stopped, looked at me, then the jeans, then said, "Wait, these are your jeans?"
"Yes, Elf, those are my jeans."
"Oh, I just saw jeans and started folding them to put away...I didn't think about whose jeans they were."
My jaw dropped a bit. "Okay, how many of my clothes are in your drawers now, dude??"
He grinned at me, that special grin that only an Elf can pull off. "Just your bras."