Here’s one for the “Things the Brain Does That I Will Never Understand” file …
So … in preparation for our last trip to Vermont for the summer (okay, our second trip), we’re getting the laundry done. I assigned LightGirl the task of sorting and folding the socks. This has not been done for quite some time in our house. We do not place a high priority on matched socks. Especially during sandal weather. Most of them are white, so … there.
While I folded other clothes she treated me to a litany of where the socks had come from and how they had passed from one family member to another. The girl knows the provenance of our socks for heavens sake.
This is the same girl who cannot learn her times tables or how to spell to save her life. She is 13 and I regularly get hideously mis-spelled e-mails from her.
But she knows the provenance of socks. Socks.
She claims this will stand her in good stead when the great sock monster rises up to take over the world. She will know how to defeat him. In the latter days times tables and spelling will do no good, but the provenance of socks will be her weapon against powerful evil. So may it be.