"Matching socks. Want to help?" she asked, and I swear to fuck I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing. At her quickness. At the look of absolute horror on our son's face.
"I, ah, no. Um, Arabella and I were going to go outside and, ah, play hide-and-seek."
With that, he grabbed his sister and all but ran out of the back door.
"You know he was desperate to get away," Annie said with a smirk as she bent down to save Ike, sending him outside with the other two kids. "He hates hide-and-seek."
It took another ten years for the kids to wise up to what 'matching socks' actually meant.
By then, they had another little brother and sister too.
What can I say, we really liked matching socks.