I caused one of my kids to take great pains to explain he was upset with my socks. Hahaha. Now that i'm wearing actual shoes I have to wear socks. The problem...I don't have any matching socks.
I'm at a loss as to how this actually happens, so I believe it is a secret tax taken by my washing machine for its services.
Below is a picture of my offending socks. It was really funny how much he hated my socks. This is my esl class, so he had no trouble telling me so.
I'm wearing four socks, none matching.
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