The Sock Puppet Difference

It's been so fun to see the unique personalities of my children develop.   Sometimes it's the simple things that make those differences stand out.

I attempted to play sock puppets with my daughter Evie (age 5) and my son Mase (age 3) yesterday.  Real sock puppets.  No eyes, just socks. 

My sock starts talking to Evie's sock.  Evie's sock bites my sock, but gently.  Evie's sock then gives my sock a hug and they play together.  Nice sock puppets. 

Then, I give Mase a sock.

My sock tries talking to Mase's sock, then leans in to give his sock a hug.  But!  My sock is attacked! Then, his sock is no longer just attacking my sock.  His sock's attacking me!  

I laugh and play along for a couple minutes, but finally try to reestablish sock puppet civility.  It was not meant to be.  Mase's sock puppet starts tooting and saying random potty related words.   My sock is not impressed.  My sock even tries to leave.

There's no escape!  Mase's sock and Mase jump on top of me with endless giggles.  Truly endless.  My happy three-year-old (and his sock) attack again and again and again...and again.  We wrestle for at least twenty minutes!  That's about twenty years in sock time.

And there you have the sock puppet difference. 

Grumpy Grateful Mom Goal of the Day: Appreciating the differences in my children.