Something Afoot

There’s not exactly been a shortage of unexpected events since I became a Dad.  My selective sense of smell, for example.  Or my surprising ability to perform a complex feeding rituals in complete darkness and, for all intents and purposes, asleep.  There is one, perhaps less predictable side-effect of having a baby: a lack of socks.  And no, that’s not a phonetic misspelling.  I can’t explain it: I’m not bereft in any other clothing department, in fact I’m pretty sure there’s something exciting going on in my drawers.  I have a sneaking suspicion that my underpants are breeding.  All of a sudden I have hundreds of them; they’re bulging out of every conceivable storage space.  But where stockings are concerned, I’m losing them.  I can’t find them in the house for love nor money.  Today I went to work wearing one woolly green walking sock and one novelty effort featuring Sponge Bob Square Pants.  Thankfully, I carry off the look of sartorial lunacy with some ease.

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[Lynne Spryszak]

Does one wear black or brown shoes with mismatched socks? Just asking...