Today I am buying socks. Lots and lots of socks. Not for me--for the girls. These socks will probably all be one color and one size. Because half of their socks wind their way from the floor to the dog's mouth to his digestive tract to his ---well, you know by now--Hannah and Charlotte are no longer permitted to request a particular color or size or style.
No. Now I get to answer "But why can't I have pom poms on my socks??"
"Because Mommy is tired of playing "Guess what I found in the dog's poop this morning?!"