The other day I was matching socks and amassed quite a pile.  As I’m prone to do, I left them in the living room because obviously it takes SO MUCH EFFORT to transport a bunch of socks upstairs that I just couldn’t convince myself to do it.

The next day I walked by the sock pile and I vaguely remember thinking, “That pile seems smaller than I remember it being.  Oh well.” I didn’t think anything else of it.  Well, other than, “One of these days I really need to take those socks upstairs.”

Yesterday, LB was playing with this riding airplane toy she has.  It has a seat, and if you open the seat there’s a “storage” space in the middle.

She pulled open the seat and started pulling out…socks.  Pairs of matched socks, one after another.  I couldn’t believe how many she had managed to stuff in there, and subsequently how many were now all over the living room floor.

To think, we used to blame it on the dryer gnomes.

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