One Lost Sock

I knew the socks were going to be trouble the moment they caught my daughter’s eye.

Their trendy designs were bright and flashy and best of all, they had the days of the week written on all seven pairs.

“You’re going to lose one and then the

whole pair is shot,” I said shaking my head no.

You see, when we started our large family I was told by a smart grandma that plain white socks were best. That way if you lost one, you could easily join it with another and no one would be the wiser. 

But the puppy dog eyes came next and, although I usually don’t give in to them, I thought about my daughter’s childhood and how fleeting it already was. Days of the week socks would be fun right? Something she could store in her memory and think back on as a special part of being a girl.

So we bought the socks, and she gave me the “I can’t believe you said yes” look and thanked me.

The socks were cute, I have to admit. Monday’s was covered with little hearts and Tuesday’s was rainbow striped, but Wednesday’s was … LOST!

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