Stockings

For the first year, we have stockings hung from the fireplace.

And, let me tell you, I have had a time convincing Caleb they are not, "Sockings."

Yesterday, I sat him down and explained they were stockings.

"ST...ST...ST...Stockings," I said.

And every time he looked at them I would repeat it.

Today, he checked to see if he had been good enough for Santa to come early.

As he shook all four of them, he looked at Georgia Kate and said, "Nope. Sorry. The ST...ST...ST...Stockings are empty."

Well, at least he isn't wearing them on his feet anymore... :)