Since Granny and Grampa are chocolate fiends, I have to do something else for Easter.
Plus, I think my sisters-in-law appreciate that I don't wish to add to the future not-inconsiderable dental bills.
For once, all the socks were done before I presented them to the recipients (just barely, though. Cast off the last one just before everyone arrived for brunch):
Is anyone else singing "One of things is not like the other? One of these things just doesn't belong...?"
All wrapped up and ready to go.
On the feets! Squee! I'm a lucky, lucky auntie to have little kids who are thrilled to get socks.
Mini B's Mom: What are those, Mini B?
Mini B: Thocths!
Mini B's Mom: What do you say to Auntie Misstea?
Mini B: Please!
And later:
Mini J's Dad: Who's Dad's sister?
Mini J: Auntie Missie.
Mini J's Dad: What did she make you?
Mini J: Socks!
Clearly, my work is done for another year.
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