Last night, Heath came downstairs, ready to go, and I couldn't help but notice his black dress socks adorning his shins. I firmly suggested that he wear his little white anklet socks, but just as firmly, he declined the suggestion. So I resorted to the only thing I could think of. I told him I'd bring my camera to take pictures...thus putting them up on the blog for all to see. He still refused to change.
So I made fun of his socks the entire night. If he missed a shot, I'd say "Oh..too bad. But your socks are holding up nicely." Or if he overshot a serve, I'd say "Wow..those socks sure give you extra speed!" Or maybe that speed came from the super cape that he wrestled away from Kolby.
Nevertheless, it was a fun night.