Laundry

Zak:  Zoe, you’re sitting on my laundry.  (Clean, folded laundry that was on the bed waiting to be put away.)

Zoe:  No.  This is not your laundry.

Zak:  Yes it is.

Zoe:  No.  It’s mom’s.

Zak: Huh?

Zoe:  This is mom’s laundry, but your clothes.