Our family was in mourning last night – our beloved daughter stepped in front of the weapon and took the bullet meant for me. It was a horrible moment when I realized that they fit her perfectly and could keep her toes cozy in the afterlife of Sock Wars 3. What a sweet color, her favorite. What a soft texture, perfect for her personality. How I wept over her dead body and the loss of those perfect socks. It’s just too much.

Thank you Linda M.! (Not for killing my daughter, but for making her last moments so enjoyable.)