I asked David if he wanted to help me mop. He said no. So, I poured Murphy's Oil Soap into the bucket and filled it with water. As I was taking the bucket out of the bathtub, David came running in.

"No! I wanted to do that!"
"But, I thought you didn't want to help mop the floor."
"I don't but I want to do that."

So, I dumped out the soapy water. David and I together added soap to the bucket (with him squeezing too hard and getting too much soap in and annoying me). I turned on the water, and he held the bucket under the tap. Then he accidentally dumped the bucket out.

It should be noted that at this point David was only wearing a Superman t-shirt, cleaning the bathroom being wet work, and we needed to leave the house in twenty minutes. So, I made perhaps a tactical mistake in insisting he get dressed before our next attempt.

David put on underpants and pants, but the sock, oh dear, only one gray sock. So, we went downstairs to the baskets of clean laundry. David dumped out the dark load. (Are you thinking to yourself, but gray would go in the warm load. What is she doing? Perhaps, I should have been thinking that too.) We went through every piece of clothing looking for the missing gray sock. Half the clothes are fleece, socks stick to fleece. There was much shaking going on, but no gray sock. I made David help me put all the clothes back, and then he dumped out the warm load basket. At this point, I figured our odds were fifty fifty that the sock had gone to the great hamper in the sky. But, low and behold, the actual missing sock.

We put the warm clothes back. David put the sock on. We went back upstairs, repoured the soap, refilled the bucket, this time with me keeping a tight grab on it, and then I spent two minutes mopping the floor.