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Monday, 5 September 2011

We don't do matching socks in this house

It's reached the stage where people expect our kids to have permanently mis-matched socks. Clean socks, always. Matching? No. The above is a triumph, as both socks came from the same pack. That's about as close as it gets.

I did hear a rumour that the wearing of odd socks is one of the warning signs social services looks for, but I've been assured that's just a myth. (And if anything, parental wearing of flares should be judged more harshly.)

Tiny socks. Before you have kids, they look all cute and small. After kids, they're just a pain in the ass. (It would be unkind to say the same about the kids themselves. And mostly untrue, chicken pox tetchiness notwithstanding.)


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