I'm afraid there has been a mix-up with the laundry. It was completely my fault. As usual, I was trying to do too many things at the same time. In an attempt to get all the chores done and keep on top of work, I thought I'd change your diaper while also doing the laundry and texting with customers in preparation for work the next day. In retrospect, it was a recipe for some kind of mistake. I propped you up, diaper undone, on the dryer which is directly next to the laundry machine. I don't know what exactly happened, but your little pale body must have rolled right on in with my colored shirts and pants when I wasn't looking. You didn't even cry because all of that soft laundry was probably nice and comfortable. So I shut the laundry machine door, started it up, and only then did I realize you were missing. It didn't take me long to notice, but the damage was already done. By the time I opened the door and fetched you out... this had happened.
Now I understand why your mother always reminded me to remove the lint from the lint filter. And why she always told me never to wash colors with whites. I hope someday you'll find it in your heart to forgive your careless, distractable father.