Wednesday, January 19, 2011
I am however certain no one has heard of the yard that eats socks. Apparently that is my yard.
The children all head out to the trampoline to burn off some after school energy (which is an entirely different story). The three of them are fully clothed with both shoes and socks. When they return, forty-five minutes later, there is a sock missing. They claim to have looked everywhere for it. Of course that in and of itself is a lie when it comes out of a child. They always say they have looked "everywhere" when in reality they opened the door, looked out, didn't immediately see it, therefore it is lost.
I wonder if I should consider buying stock in a sock company. Much like death and taxes......we will always be buying new socks.
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