Monday, December 13, 2010


JT has a habit of tucking his sweaty, funky socks in hidden corners so that I don't have a fit when I find them in the middle of the hallway.  Friday night, he tucked them under the Christmas tree, amongst the packages.  So I guess I know what my my winter break holds in store. 

1 comment:

Nichole said...

Merry Christmas, Mama! I put my stinky socks under the tree for you. They are the gifts that keep on giving. :-)