Sophie and I were curled up on the couch the other morning while Izzy was in school, and she kept putting her freezing cold feet next to my stomach. I told her to go and get her socks on, or I wasn't letting her back under the blanket.
She runs off in the direction of her socks and after a little while I hear crinkling.
"What are you doing, Sophie?" I yell across the house.
"Putting on my socks!" she yells back.
Then she walks back into the living room and says, "See? Now I get back under blanket?"
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