The battle of the laundry basket

The concept is simple- if it's dirty, it goes in the hamper; if it's clean, it goes in the closet.  The execution?  Apparently not so simple.
Yesterday was laundry day....well, it was supposed to be.  The small, wooden hamper used by my boyfriend and I was just coming to the brim.  My son's much larger, pop-up hamper?  Overflowing!  How is it possible that one little body can produce so much dirty laundry?  So I decided to investigate...

Jeans- put on in the morning and changed by 9:00am.  In the hamper anyway.
Sweatpants- put on before dinner and taken off at bedtime.  In the hamper anyway.
A brand new shirt with the tags still on.  In the hamper anyway.
A cheetos wrapper.
Socks- never worn and still folded together neatly.  In the hamper anyway.
A sweatshirt that I don't think was actually worn at any point.  In the hamper anyway.
And the list goes on.

And so the dilemma of how to handle this situation began.
Spray everything with Febreze and secretly put it back?  Hmm, kind of gross.
Dump all the clothes on his bed so he sees the errors of his ways?  Even grosser.
Do the laundry anyway and lecture him later?  Where's the fun in that?!
Drag him along to the laundry room with me, make him carry the baskets and separate all of the socks?  Priceless!