it all comes out in the wash

Tonight's yield from the wash load of dark-colored clothes (that the lass loaded and started herself, with only a modicum of Mama's help):

• 2 berry-tipped twigs of unknown variety (probably collected during today's snowman-building session)
• 1 tube of Chapstick (missing for a while)

Will I *ever* learn to check pockets before starting the washer?