Lex found a pair of his little socks on
the floor last night that he had hid on me earlier in the day.
He picked them up, walked over to the floor lamp, and started
rubbing them on the lamp as high up as he could reach, all the
while saying, “socks on, socks on…” I said, “Lex, you already
have socks on. And slippers.” He looked at me, thought for a
second, then went back to the lamp and started again, this time
saying, “socks on light, socks on light…” I said, “Socks go
on you silly boy, not on the light. Lights don’t wear socks.”
He stopped, looked at me with his hand out questioningly, and
asked “Light broken?” I said, “No, the light isn’t broken, but
lights don’t wear socks.” “Hmm..” he said, thinking for a
moment, then walked away.