Top Notch Parenting

Alex only likes to wear ankle socks.  Except for when he plays hockey.  Then he likes wearing at least crew length socks so his skates don't rub.  Which is fine, except he is so adament about the ankle length for everything else, we only had one pair of crew length.  Seeing as though he stinks to high heaven when he gets home from practice or games, we have to do laundry pretty much constantly, so the one pair thing wasn't a big deal.  Until I couldn't find the damn socks.

So, practice comes around, I still can't find the socks, and Travis and I are trying to come up with an adequate substitute.  Travis said he had a pair that was a squinch too small that he thought would work.  He grabbed them, put 'em on Alex's feet, pulled 'em up, and headed off to practice.

It was only a day later when I was folding laundry that I noticed there were words on the bottoms of the socks.  Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaah....pretty sure we aren't winning any parenting awards: