Stitching Socks

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!