I know where all the unmatched socks are…
So I says to Master 11, I says “Go look in your room for these two socks – I can’t find their mate.”
He says okay and goes up to look.
“I found one, Mom!” he says, and throws it down to me. It matches neither of the socks I have waiting. “That’s not it – now you have three to find!” I say.
He goes and looks again. “I found two!” He yells, and throws it down. Not only do they not match the three I have in my hand, they’re not even his socks.
“How on earth do you have single socks that aren’t even yours? Go look again!”
“Ok. I’ll go look in my sock drawer,” he says. I laugh and ask “Where were you looking before?”
Then he comes down with 4 socks. We successfully match a few pairs, but we still have some unmatched socks. So I go upstairs and have a hunt through his drawers.
The whole time he is yelling at me about privacy and how I shouldn’t go through his dresser. “Why?” I ask. “Do you have anything private in here?”
“NO!” he yells. “It’s the principle of the thing”
Nevertheless, I persevere and come up with two more socks. I take them downstairs, and continue on my way.
But then I’m back on my way upstairs and he yells “NO YOU ARE NOT GOING THROUGH MY JUNK DRAWER!”
I tell him I wasn’t even aware of his junk drawer and we playfully tussle for a moment while he tells me his junk drawer is completely off limits.
“Why?” I ask. “Do you… <snarf> do you… <giggle> DO YOU HAVE SOCKS IN THERE?”
We both lost it and dissolved into hysterical laughter.
At which point I decided to give up and went downstairs.
Then faintly I hear upstairs …
“Mom? I looked under my bed… I FOUND ANOTHER SOCK!!”
I’m still laughing. And I still have 6 unmatched socks.