This is for Dooce:
Mia will not keep a sock on her left foot. Each time we go out, I place socks on her feet if it is cold. When we reach our destination, I take her out of her car seat, and we head on into the store. Within moments an elderly woman will croak, with scorn, "She is missing a sock", because, you know that elderly women are sockless baby magnets.
Mia replaces the washing machines job of losing one sock. She, like the washing machine, can make it disappear into oblivion, never to be found again. The sock void.
Leta is in good company with Mia.
God bless the sockless, for they will inherit a cold.
