Poor Conner got his wisdom teeth out today. As we were leaving to get in the car, I noticed he was wearing shorts and two different socks.
Me: “Conner! You need to run back in the house and change your socks!”
Conner: “You said to dress comfortably, and I didn’t have two that matched. This isn’t our regular dentist. It’s not like I’ll see him again…”
|This is a typical Conner Sock…|