Tug-o-War

This is a follow-up to the earlier post about Kimmie and her socks, especially the turquoise socks that she loves so much.

The turquoise socks never seem to make it back into Kimmie's sock drawer. Every time they are washed, she spots them during the folding. She snatches them up and immediately puts them on.

This last time, her sister was folding the laundry and saw Kimmie reaching for the socks. Kimmie and her sister both grabbed the socks at the same time and a tug-o-war began. Kimmie is so strong that she was able to hold her own. (She may be small, but she knows how to use every ounce of her weight to her advantage--you should see how many people it takes to hold her down at the dentist's office.) Her sister could not easily get the socks away from her. Eventually Kimmie won (or, rather, her sister let her have them), and she promptly put on the socks.

I suppose I should buy her some more turquoise socks. However, knowing Kimberly the new socks wouldn't feel exactly the same as the old ones, so she probably wouldn't have anything to do with them. At least that's the way it is with the shoe strings. She chooses one string from the pack and the other one is discarded. She can always tell the difference between the two strings and will never play with the discarded one, at least not until the favored one is lost or frayed.

Funny little girl.

--Mom