I push the running stroller forward, enjoying an abnormally warm February day. As I approach the far end of our street, I look ahead and see something bunched up on the ground.
I bend down to get a closer look.
A black funky pattern slipper sock. It’s definitely mine.
My eyebrows sinch together as I wonder why my sock is strewn in the middle of the road several houses away. “Surely I didn’t randomly stuff it in the stroller? No, this is my GOOD sock. I take care of my GOOD socks.”
I pick up the sock, shake the leaves and debris from the fabric and place it safely in my hoodie pocket. The incident quickly fades from my mind as I continue my walk.
As the day moves along, the weather is too good to stay inside. I convince my three-year-old, Caroline to cruise on her pink strider bike as I walk once more in the winter sun. Then, like deja vu, I notice something black on the pavement, in the same area where I found the previously lost sock.
What the..?!
Just like before, I bend down to examine the item. There in front of me is THE OTHER SOCK.
I pick it up, baffled. I look around. “Am I being punked?! Why are my personal items that belong on my feet or in my underwear drawer out in the wild?!
Caroline notices my befuddlement so I explain, “Caroline, this is mommy’s sock, I found the other one earlier this morning over there and have no idea how my socks got lost outside,” I point across the street to the pile of leaves where the first sock was found hours earlier.
“Oh, mommy,” she tilts her head knowingly towards me, wispy blonde bangs sticking out through the brim of her helmet. Then, with a maniacal laugh and a smirk, “I threw those out the van window yesterday.”
Much thanks to + for their edits on this one.
Kids. Gotta love ‘em.
laughing too hard at this😂