Conceptual laundry basket problem

The fact that the Boy Wonder and I don't really row, I put down to the fact that there are a few things he does which I have chosen to find endearing rather than infuriating. For example, he has a peculiar habit of putting teaspoons in the sink, despite the fact that he's making coffee closer to the dishwasher. But his tenuous understanding of the idea of a laundry basket is one which is easier to enjoy. We have a relatively large laundry basket in our bedroom, which I have come to think of as a place where laundry goes. The Boy Wonder on the other hand, seems to view 'laundry basket' as a kind of concept which encompasses any area containing dirty laundry. This belief is, in turn, responsible for the phenomenon of 'sock nests', little fluffy piles of used socks which often germinate in recently removed shoes before sending out shoots and spores to corners by the sofa and heaps in the kitchen. Occasionally, some plucky sock will actually start colonising the washing machine, inevitably hiding in there just before a white wash goes in. Edit - reading this back I have realised that this post makes it sound as though my saint-like patience is the only thing stopping us from a quickie divorce which is definitely not the case. Not only do I have an array of infuriating habits which I am sure the Boy Wonder ignores with equal if not enhanced levels of maturity, but we actually just get along very well too.