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