I am raising for you a kind young man, without a mean bone in his body. He is handsome and funny and talented and smart. I’m sure that you will love him forever and be very happy, but I must apologize. I have failed you. I have tried to combat a habit that will bring you many hours of frustration, I’m sure, but he is just too strong and I now must finally admit defeat.
My only hope is that you are stronger-willed than I am and someday you will be able to successfully train YOUR children to turn their socks right-side-out before putting them in the dirty clothes hamper.
Your future mother-in-law