Marceline often has the dreaded ‘floppy sock.’
It always reminds me of my high school friend Shane. I have this memory of Shane and I walking into my house during daycare hours to see a toddler in mudroom with floppy sock.
Shane looked at the kid and said something along the lines of “You have floppy sock, huh. I hate floppy sock.”
The kid stared at Shane, and without saying a word used his toes to scrunch up his sock so it didn’t dangle anymore, and then turn and run off.
Shane and I went on with our day without another thought.
It may be a random memory of no consequence, but along with Marceline’sc enduring cuteness it makes me smile every time I see her with a floppy sock.
