Sunday, September 27, 2009

Diary of a Mad White Sock

While digging in my laundry basket attempting to throw a load in the washer before my self-diagnosed ADHD took me to another task all together, I felt a rather stiff clothing item in my hand. When I pulled it to the top, I found this strawberry candied sock:

I had totally forgotten about this lil' fella. And while you're probably wondering how a grown woman ends up with a big glob of candy on her sock, let me take you back to the scene of the crime...

A week or so ago Kate and I headed into town to do a little shopping. To make the trip a little more enjoyable for the both of us, I purchased Kate a sucker, in the shape of a baby's bottle of all things. The nipple portion of the bottle was the sucker while inside the bottle was thepersonwhomadethiscandyobviouslydoesn'thavechildren flavored powder. I thought the sucker would hold her over and she wouldn't notice the strawberry powder inside.


Three licks later and she was begging for it. And since I was in mid-change in the dressing room, I opened it for her and she proceeded to enjoy it in all of its cavity-creating and hyperactivity inducing flavor.

Before long, she decided that the little stick made for dipping just wasn't cutting it and she tipped the bottle up into her mouth. The majority of the powder went in her mouth and she smiled. Then I heard, "Too much....too much, Mama." And she leans over to spit it into the Target dressing room floor. Now, I'm not gonna lie, had the powder been a lighter color, I may have let her continue with her efforts but since it was bright pink, I demanded she wait one second while I desperately searched for something for her to spit it into.


I couldn't find anything in the dressing room or my purse for her to use, until I noticed a lonely pair of socks hanging out in the bottom of my purse, which had been left in there from the week before when I went shopping for a new pair of sneaks. (I refuse to dig in store's complimentary sock bin while trying on shoes and usually have a spare pair in my purse for that purpose.)

So I grabbed a sock and let her spit her entire mouth contents onto it. I thought about just leaving the sock because 1) it's now sticky and gross and 2) it's probably going to be permanently stained, but it's one of my favorites so I rolled it up and stuck it back into my purse.

I'd pretty much forgotten about it until I ran across it last week. I figured the stain was there for good since I had so responsibly let it sit in my laundry basket for over week, but decided to try and salvage it.

Thank goodness for my laundry BFF, because the stain is gone and the sock is as good as new.

The moral of this story?

There isn't one.

Or if there is one, I'm too tired to think of what it is.

Sometimes I just think that ya'll need to know some of the crazy junk that goes on around here.


Puttin' On The GRITS said...

hahahaha :)

Bridget said...

You seriously crack me up!!!!LOL...this is something I would so do. I'm glad I'm not alone:)

Kerri said...

I think I'd of "accidently" left that sock in the dressing room!

Abby said...

I'm with Kerri...I'd have pulled an {oops, I dropped it!}

Sus said...

Better than me-I would have just let her spit it and run! Or not-that is mean! :D

J-Diggety said...

Haha, that's a great story! Ah, kids... they say and do the darndest! :)

xoxo J

petrii said...

Its a good thing you carry socks in your purse. Is that a weird sentence?!! hahahaha This was so cute.

Have a Blessed day,

THE Stephanie said...

Too funny! I can remember digging in my purse and doing something similar. It's hysterical what moms will sacrifice, right??

Mrs. Classic said...

hilarious. I know the exact sucker and dip you are talking about, one huge mess.

Grove Designs Co, aka Kriskropmemories said...

Oh the joy of motherhood eh?
Very quick thinking on your part I think, considering I don't even carry a purse not sure how I would have handled it :)