I went to buy wool socks for Sam this afternoon. Wandering around a store without a deadline or anyone tugging on my sleeve was wonderful. I spotted these little beauties in Mae's size. On the way home I called Dave to tell him about my purchases. He thought we should wrap the bounty and put it under the tree for Christmas morning. I said, "They are six and four! They don't want clothes, socks and shoes for Christmas!" His logic was more things to unwrap on Christmas morning. I hate to, but I concede when it comes to the shoes.
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