Leo has developed the charming (read: baffling) habit of losing exactly one sock at almost every feeding. Never both. Just one. When I see that tiny bare foot, I look down at his sweet face and ask "Where did your sockie go?" (I know I could just call it a sock, but anything that small automatically gets an "-ie" at the end of it. It's the logical extension of the boot / bootie principle.) In reply, he gives me one of these:
Which translates roughly to: "Not my problem."
So, then Aaron and I get to play another round of Where's Sockie, which is like Where's Waldo with fewer witty illustrations and many more couch cushions.
Now, you can play along at home. Where's Sockie?
Seriously, where is it?
Which translates roughly to: "Not my problem."
So, then Aaron and I get to play another round of Where's Sockie, which is like Where's Waldo with fewer witty illustrations and many more couch cushions.
Now, you can play along at home. Where's Sockie?
Seriously, where is it?
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