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Thursday, November 20, 2008
Where Jackson's Socks Go
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Maybe that is where our socks are... I will have to investigate..
Okay, this is the Mrs. Safety kicking ... is that the electric heater on the wall? Be careful one of those socks doesn't get stuck in the heater and start a fire! Very cute nonetheless!
Hmm...I should check my cell phone to see if Brody is calling Jackson after we go to bed to plot against us. And what is up with them not wanting to keep their socks on?...Little stinkers!
Good morning Tricia,
Steam heat .... ahhhh ... I feel much better. We also have steam heat (through radiators) and we use it all the time to WARM our socks. Thanks for easing my mind! :)
Good Man, Jackson.
People that sleep in socks are not to be trusted. ;)
It must be a disease of 17.5-month olds. Noah does the exact same thing... every nap...every night. But he (thankfully) usually deposits them somewhere in his crib. Only a few have gone to no-man's land behind the bed.
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