We all swear the washing machine ate it, or the dryer ate it. Or the dog ate it. Or our family is just playing a trick on us.
I had to buy The Boy two pairs of special socks for his baseball uniform before the season started. We were maybe a quarter of the way through the season when one disappeared. Now he had one pair that had to be worn to every game.
I searched. I was sure it had gotten caught up in a t-shirt or sweatshirt of his that had been in the same wash load. But I couldn't find it. I looked behind the washer and dryer and everywhere I could think of. Nada.
Over the weekend I pulled a shirt out of my closet. The sock fell out. Did I mention the last game of the season was two nights ago?
The shirt ate the sock, not the washer or dryer. The shirt was the sock eater.
I wonder how many unworn clothes in our closets are harboring missing socks?
Fortunately, they are headed to the play-offs. Maybe he'll still have a chance to wear them after all.
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