Things happen when you introduce the laundry of a three-month-old girl into that of two adults.
It was late, and I was tired. I know, I know. Excuses, excuses.
Somehow a hot pink onesie hid in the washer and slipped itself within the next load, which was of course - whites.
Voilà! Pink underwear.
The fact that my underwear is pink is kind of funny. But, the fact that so are my husband's? Hilarious.