Yesterday I bought the boys a package of low cut socks for the warm weather that I keep hoping will arrive. The boys are only one shoe size apart from each other so they can wear the same size socks.
I hear you thinking. Has Shoes lost her mind? Has she cracked up and thinks that writing about newly purchased little boy socks is worthy of mention? Well no, I haven’t, but yes I do.
This morning while Cody was enjoying some computer time and Carter was sleeping in, I busted into the sock pack, stretched one, pinched it to test its softness and declared them worthy of my boys feet. Then I threw them in a pile on the end of the bed to later add to the dirty laundry hamper (what can I say, it was morning and I was feeling lazy.) It was at that moment that Carter woke up and with eyes half closed, hair tousled, and smelling like sweaty sleepy boy he came stumbling towards me for morning hugs.
During the hugs Carter noticed the pile of new socks and asked me how many there were. Always a teacher, I told him there were ten pairs. We discussed that two is a pair and I decided to count the pairs out so we could then talk about the total number of socks. Here are the socks:
Total mind blow, I know! For it was at that moment that I discovered Big Industry had been messing with our minds for all these years. Our washers and dryers have been wrongfully accused of misplacing, and yes sometimes even eating, socks leaving us standing there frustrated and confused holding an odd number of socks.
So to Lola and Ken, I am sorry. I hope you can forgive me for the bad thoughts I have had towards you all these years. I realize now that all those little boys socks that have gone missing have really been here all along. There have always been odd socks; there was not one less but one more.
Oh, and thank you kindly Cherokee sock company for teaching my son that ten pairs of socks equals twenty-one.