Boy Child has approximately four hundred pairs of socks.
I can find two.
I just don't understand how this continues to happen. This morning as I was putting together his clothing for the week and, you know, crawling under the bed looking for socks, I questioned him regarding this.
Me: "Son. How is it possible that you own eight hundred socks and I can only find two?"
Me: "Where are all your socks son?"
BC, thoughtfully: "Canada?"
Me: "Son. We don't live in Canada."
BC: "We don't?"
Me: "NO. We live in the United States. I only know like three people who even live in Canada."
BC, brightening: "Maybe they took them!"
BC: "Your friends in Canada."
Me: "Um, no."
BC: "Hey mom? Canada is where they have that bacon! And your friend? He says eh? a lot!"
Me: "Never mind."
If you guys see any small socks with stains on the bottom? They belong to Boy Child. Please send them back over.