I know, this is disgusting.
This week I came home from work and found the Maker playing driveway basketball with several of his friends. In his socks. Again.
I keep telling him, Dude, you need some thicker socks. Like, ones with some kind of cushiony, tough sole to them. If they were heavier, you could tie them onto your feet. Oh, wait! I tell him, smacking my head. That would be shoes! Dawg, I’m brilliant.
He laughs, and then runs into the woods to empty the compost for me, in his sock feet.
So today I took him to Shoe Show and bought him black socks. I figure they’ll wear out at precisely the same rate, but they won’t look so filthy.