Sock Monster!

We all have one, don’t we?  Socks get washed but mysteriously never come out of the dryer with their mate.  Well we have a different kind of sock monster over here. 

                                                         

 

  The little guy loves socks.  I found this out by accident one day when he was fussy and I was undressing him for bed.  He loved me tickling his face with his socks.  He liked it so much that he almost fell asleep.  Later that night he woke up so I grabbed a sock and rubbed his face without picking him up…and it worked, he went back to sleep.  So now most days you can find him playing with a sock (or chewing on it), forget the twenty-something dollar Sophie or stuffed animals, or other whatnots he will gladly take his sock.