Today Jessika decided to clean her room. She brought to me a stack of clean unmatched socks and wanted to know what she should do with them. I told her to put them in the sock basket (the basket of unmatched socks) and maybe one day this week she could have the job of matching the sock basket. Alittle while later I hear her talking and making funny noises and went to see what she was doing. I walked in and saw her matching the sock basket and in a high pitched voice she would say while looking at the socks, "dispose, dispose, ohh a match" over and over again. It was a typical Jessika moment that made me smile.

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She just cracks me up. I think the socl basket is a curse we got from our mother. I HATE my sock basket!
See, I'm just the opposite. I love my sock basket. Just when I think I'm too far behind on laundry and somebody is out of socks, voila!- the sock basket definitely has a pair! :)
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