“You’re wearing odd socks again.”
“I have literally NEVER worn odd socks.”
“You’re wearing them right now!”
He looked down.
“You think these socks I’m wearing don’t match?”
“They DON’T match. One has footballs, the other has sheep!”
He frowned in concern and placed a hand on her forehead. “Millie, I think you might be seriously unwell. Both these socks have cars on them. You might have Lilsis Fever.”
He watched his little sister run downstairs, calling for their mother with tears in her eyes, and wriggling his feet, he smiled as the sheep and footballs danced across his toes.
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