It's been months. Literally, 6 months of AGONY with a capital A. With both of them complaining and groaning and bellyaching and moaning about, of all things, their effing socks!
And never -- let me repeat that -- NEVER at some random time of day, or, say on the weekend. No. Always. Let me repeat that -- ALWAYS -- as we're heading out the door on the way to school.
As they sit on the stoop putting on their shoes and we're starting up the vehicle and loading up the back, locking up the dogs and locking up the house. And still they're fiddling with their shoes. Huffing and puffing. Cheeks turning red. Yanking the shoes off and flinging them across the garage. And one or both of us will make an effort to remain calm and get down on one knee, look them in the eye and talk them down from the ledge.
Just move your sock around, babe. It's just the seam, honey. Loosen the laces, bubba. Wriggle your toes around, mija.
But nothing. Nothing! NOTHING!!!!!!! was working.
And then I saw this commercial last night, and I actually laughed out loud. Not because it's funny because, really, it isn't. But because, oh my God, it just hit soooo close to home.
And out we went, bought them new socks, and LO AND BEHOLD, the whining has ceased!!!
Well, no, not entirely, and, undoubtedly, just temporarily, but at least it appears as though the bitching about the socks in the immediate future has in fact stopped. And not a teaspoon of Elmer's glue had to be sacrificed in the process.
SAIA'S NEW SOCKS & KICKS
CHAGO'S NEW SOCKS & KICKS
And not one comment about the Christmas decorations piled up in the back there, you hear? Not one!!