I few minutes ago, my kids were in the family room horsing around with the dog.
"Schultz!" I heard my son yell. "Stop it!"
I couldn't wait to find out what kind of trouble was going on.
"Mama!" My son marched into the office. "Schultz ate my favorite sock!"
I looked down. "Um, I still see socks on both feet."
"Yeah, but look. He put a hole in this one."
I looked. There was a hole.
"Can you please sew this. I don't want a hole in my favorite socks."
He whipped off his stinky sock and put it on the desk. Then he marched off.
Sigh. I guess I have a sock to repair. But I most definitely am washing it first!