Tuesday, April 27, 2010


There have been so many obsessions: the red hat, the knee pads, skateboards, the helmet, you get the idea. None have been as.... quirky... as the latest one. Socks, on his hands. He calls them his gloves. I don't even know how he knows what gloves are. His favorites are Livi's socks. As a result, I have a bunch of unmatched socks all over the house and even a few in the car. It's true we get some strange looks when we are at the grocery store or Target, but he isn't hurting anyone. It just makes it hard to play with some toys and makes his hands sweat while he is sleeping (yes, he wears them to bed too).

1 comment:

Peggy said...

Those are cute, like little maryjane shoes. He must have seen someone somewhere with them on and decided they were cool. Like you say, he isn't hurting anyone.