Scorch is wearing a pair of sock today that, unbeknownst to me, has a hole in the toe. Throughout the course of the evening, he’s picked at that little hole and made it into one big hole that three of his toes can stick out of. It’s not a big deal- the socks are cheap 10 pack from Target and frankly, I don’t know how to darn / sew- so I told him to throw them in the garbage before bed. You would have thought I told him to go out and shoot the dog.
“No, Mom. These are special socks. I’m going to keep them in their own box and only bring them out on special occasions. Like Sundays.”
Oh…well, I had no idea. So glad he shared the specialness of his holy socks with me. Hope he’s not too disappointed when they share that specialness at the local dump soon!