We have two places for laundry in our house. One is upstairs and the other downstairs. Both places are on the floor in the hall. Occasionally I try putting baskets there, or mesh sorters - but eventually it reverts back to the pile on the floor.
This morning, ZBoy was getting dressed for camp and for some reason had chosen jeans (hello? can you say 108 heat index?) that were a bit loose in the waist. I sent him upstairs for a belt, and moments later, he bellowed down the stairs that he couldn't find one. I promptly stomped upstairs to show him the belt hiding in plain sight when I actually realized he was wearing jeans. I retrieved a pair of shorts from a basket of clean, folded but not yet put away clothes in my bedroom and tossed them to him.
Standing in the hallway outside his room, Z shucked off the jeans into a little wad on the floor and kicked them towards the pile at the head of the stairs.
Me: "Are those jeans CLEAN?"
ZBoy: Head ducked - "yeah."
Me: "Then WHY are you putting them in the dirty clothes? Do you know how wasteful it is to wash clean clothes? It wastes water. It wastes electricity. It wastes time. You're killing the planet!"
ZBoy: "I'm sorry, Mom. I'll try to stop killing the planet..."