Death of the slipper socks
Gavin got a brand new pair of slipper socks from Grandma, about a week ago. These are really thick socks. We noticed tonight that he has already destroyed them. There are at least 2 holes in each sock. I have no idea what to do anymore. We also found a stash of his missing clothes tonight. I don't know how to deal with this. Lizze and I informed him today that he will be buying his next batch of socks. Hopefully, but doubtfully (I think I just made that word up), he will realize that he needs to take better care of his things. I don't know of a better way than to make him pay for his next batch of socks. Maybe that will help to instill a sense…