Sock Monkeys and Ninjas
Last Fall I purchased sock monkey slippers, mainly because DD6, then age five, found them hilarious. $14 seemed a low price to pay for hours of entertainment, most especially with a new baby and living in a hotel (since we were displaced from our flooded house).
This plan worked well for entertainment, but poorly for actual slippers. DD6 and DD1 love the sock monkey slippers. And they play with them like toys. Sometimes they put them on their hands and pretend the slippers are puppets. Meanwhile, when I need slippers, I might find one sock monkey slipper in the bathroom, and the other in DD6 or DD1′s room. Tracking down the slippers takes too long.
So today, I go off in search of less amusing footwear. I don’t find any slippers that I like, and instead purchase shoes and decide to wear them as slippers.
I return and say to DH, “I couldn’t find slippers that I like. So I got these. I am going to call them slippers.”
DH says, “Those are not house shoes.”
I say sure they are, then walk toward him, across our laminate flooring. The shoes go clomp-clomp-clomp.
DH says, “They are not Ninja Silent.”
This makes me laugh. I really don’t require ninja stealth to run out to the bus stop with DD6 or take out the trash. But I like the humor. So now I can wear my Ninja Silent Slippers with the Mei Tai that makes me a Kung Fu Master who can fight and carry the baby.
