One of my favorite all-time movies is "A Christmas Story."
Beyond all of the bb gun drama, one of my favorite scenes is when the boys get socks for Christmas, and immediately catapult them over their shoulders.
If Bab-E Brother ever saw this (not for awhile), he no doubt would gasp in horror.
You see, Bab-E Brother is OBSESSED with socks.
Perhaps because they're soft and fit comfortably in his hands.
Seriously, the boy is content to hold and play with socks (not all day, but they'll entertain him for awhile such that you can get dinner started, for example.)
I mean, in a series of natural experiments, 1 out of 1 Bab-E Brothers preferred holding socks to other coveted items such as spoons (so long as they're without a bite of food), straws, car keys, and even the tube of oragel.
It's quite amusing. At least for me, the last thing I want to do after a long hard day is take off my dirty, smelly socks and cart them around in my hands.
But to each his own. And apparently for him, socks are like
You rock my socks, Bab-E Brother. And your own socks, for that matter.
This makes for an interesting dilemma about what to get him for his first birthday. His older brothers both got "big ticket items" from Mom-E and Dad-E: Big Brother got a red Flintstonesque foot-powered car that they still play with, and Little Brother got a Winnie the Pooh ride along.
Is there some rule that the more kids you have, the harder they are to shop for? The only thing Mom-E and I can think of to get Bab-E Brother for his birthday is one of those jumbo bags with 18 bazillion pairs of socks.
(Don't worry, we'll get him something nice
See you on Fatherhood Friday,
Hold on to your socks,