Sunday, March 9, 2014

Socks.

Hope has socks.  Now, there is a good chance if you pop into our house at any given day, you will find her without them on as she prefers a barefoot life.  But she does have them. And we do put them on everyday.

Most of them have some sort of character, animal, stripe, colorful or whimsical pattern to them.  Which could very well be why she is so obsessed with our neighbor and his socks.

Don't ask me why, but 9 out of 10 times, when we put Hope's socks on, she will proceed to tell me that "Greg doesn't have (insert animal/pattern/character) on his socks, he just has plain white ones."

Do other people she know wear plain white socks?  Yes.  I believe so.  But Greg...just Greg is the one she seems concerned about.  Hmmm.

Sometimes, I can only roll with the punches from this girl.  Trying to understand her thought process is a job I'm not sure any of us will ever be able to grasp.  But in the end, at least she has some pretty exciting socks.

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