I have these memories of my mom complaining every time she caught me running out the door in my sock feet. Something about how I was going to ruin my socks and I was going to be doing the laundry myself if I kept running around in socks. I never quite understood and thought it was a bit crazy. But, today I found myself complaining to my child that she was going to ruin her socks if she didn't go put some shoes on! And she looked at me like I was crazy as I'm sure I looked at my own mother. It's a vicious cycle.
These socks above have writing on the bottom? Can anybody read it?
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