While putting food on his plate at dinnertime tonight (we eat buffet style), Little Brother dropped a piece of chicken on his foot.
Fortunately, he was wearing socks and I was able to remove the chicken before the sauce soaked through the sock and burned his toes.
He ran upstairs for fresh socks as the rest of us sat down to eat. Returning to the table, he remarked, “It’s a good thing I didn’t get food on both my socks. I had this other sock in my drawer, and it’s the same as the socks I was already wearing, but I couldn’t find the wife…”
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Well, they are a pair. Too funny.