Cousin George has holes in his socks. There’s a hole for his foot to go in, and there’s a hole for his big toe to go out. I think my dad bought his socks at the same place because that’s how his socks looked, too. The only difference is, Daddy’s socks weren’t pink.
Of course, who am I to talk about their socks? In warm weather I don’t wear socks. In cold weather I wear my socks a few times then switch feet so there are two matching toe holes in each sock. Then I have to get new socks. I don’t like my toes hanging out. Daddy didn’t like new socks. He liked his old socks so his big toes could stick out. It was too much trouble to break in a new pair of socks and the holes in his old ones were in just the right place.
My big toes turn toward the sun and my second toe looks like a camel, too. It’s a family thing!
This is a picture of a pair of my holey socks. I don’t have the heart to throw them away because they are my favorite frog socks.
