Photo by Staralee
Jake wears his socks inside out. He says that it's because the seams in the toes bother him. When he announced this, Handy Dad nodded only as one who is truly touched by this experience can.
"Oh, I know what you mean."
What I have never understood is how the boy then can stand having at least 1/2 cup playground sand in his shoes without even noticing. One could almost build a small garden, complete with gnomes and tiny sprinklers from the amount of earth that spills out of his shoes on a daily basis. Doesn't it rub against his feet? Doesn't it give him blisters? For God's sake, doesn't it bug him? And why does he never empty it out or even notice it?
And then, last night around dinner Jake gave me the answer. He was putting his dishes in the dishwasher when Handy Dad and I noticed a giant hole in the heel of his sock. We pointed it out and my comment was,
"Why do sock seams bug you so much when sand and holes don't?"
Jake looked at me as if I was a small child asking why the birds flew or the grass was green.
"It's a feeling thing, Mom."
Feeling thing, indeed.