“Mom, have you seen my sock?”

“What’s it look like, P?”

“It’s small and it fits on my foot.”

“Thanks. I meant what color is it? Where did you take it off?”

“Oh. I was dancing in the kitchen and some of my clothes flew off.”

“They flew off, Piper?”

“Sort of. I was dancing pretty hard. Wait. There it is. It’s up on the bird art on the wall. Silly sock.”