Socks

Emily has a thing for socks. Here's a picture of her one day last week going to school. She rolled her jeans legs up so that everyone could see her socks.

The socks says it all

This morning, I told Emily that is was time to go and get a pair of socks. She comes downstairs carrying her favorite pair of purple knee highs. I stare at her orange outfit and wonder if I can possibly keep my mouth shut. Surprisingly, I did.

During work today, I often thought of her and her socks and wondered if she was teased. I decided to stop worrying and take a picture when I got home and blog about it. Here's the picture:

I realize after looking at the picture how darn cute she is with her purple knee highs that matches the butterflies on her shirt. Who could possibly tease such cuteness?

Socks

I'm not sure if Emily loves socks more than control or control more than socks. However, if I had to put money on it, I think she loves control more. Several months ago, I gave up the battle of the socks. Honestly, do socks really matter that much? So what if Emily wears a pair of winter knee high socks with a pair of shorts? So what if she wears a pair of snowman socks with a shirt with flowers on it. She has even been seen in public with two totally different socks on each foot. Like the saying goes, you have to pick your battles. I don't choose this one and Emily and I get along much better.

Anyhoo, when I came home tonight I witnessed the unthinkable. She was wearing a pair of socks that matched her shirt perfectly. I was surprised to say the least and when I called her attention to it, she said in a sly voice, "Well, it won't happen again!"