So one of my biggest pet peeves with Casey is that right when he comes home, he plops down in his chair (which is right near the door in the living room) and takes off his shoes and then just throws his socks everywhere. Whenever I get around to cleaning up the house I may end up finding 6 socks or more that need to be washed.....GRRR.....
So Casey knows about my feelings on the situation. Instead of trying to actually put his socks into his hamper, where they will eventually get washed, he makes this........
He stuffs his socks into one sock, which ends up looking like a disformed/diseased foot. I just laughed when I realized what it was. At least he's trying.
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