So yesterday, like so many other days, I had just dragged myself blearily out of bed at 6:00ish (on another note, we found what is essentially crack cocaine for parents -- an alarm clock for the kids that lights up green when they are allowed to get up... and not gonna lie, we set it five minutes later every third day, so soon I'll wake up blearily at 7:00ish), and found the firstborn waiting for me. If you know Elijah at all, you know he has three speeds: talking, drawing and sleeping. (For those of you that haven't met him, they get slower left to right.) Unfortunately for me,he had woken up at talking speed.
"Hey dad, have-you-seen-what-I-got-from-Ina-the-other-day-I-lost-them-but-then-I-found-them-under-my bed! (pauses ever so briefly for air). "Answer the question!"
Me: "Nope."
"you need to come see them now... it's the best socks I've ever had!"
Me: "Oh,ok. What are they?"
"It's the angry, bad gorilla socks. Did you know that most gorillas have white eyes, but these gorillas are so naughty that they have black eyes?"
Me: "Um, what?"
He dragged them out,
I laughed so hard I think I woke Jael up and brought the wrath of Rachel to bear.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you "bad gorilla socks." (Scroll down to see)
