Charades

Gareth was a little bored on Thursday evening. He was tired of eating, sleeping, and messing his pants and didn't know what to do. He gave it a great deal of thought.

Suddenly, an idea came to mind!

"I know," he thought to himself. "Let's play charades! Okay, the first word sounds like 'rocks'."

As his mother and I were totally clueless that we were playing charades, we attributed his animated expressions to gas. With nobody offering a correct guess, Gareth kicked his legs and drew attention to his cute little feet. "The answer is socks!" he offered in gibberish. To his mother and I it sounded like, "bleh eeh!"

Spooky socks rock.