Socks of the business variety

Last night as J was getting Buddance ready for bed, he stripped Bud down to nothing but socks and was letting him crawl around.

I came up the stairs to see a baby standing at his gated door in the buff, except for a brown pair of camo socks, and the first thing that entered my mind?

'That's why they're called business socks.'

And I am this child's mother.

There is no hope for me.