Sock-sages

“Uh, hi Dad,” Violet said, and before I could interrupt she continued, “I know it’s late and I’m supposed to be in bed, I have to tell you one last thing.”

Violet-- just like all eight year olds, I imagine--is famous for stretching the bedtime deadline with her “one last things.”

I sigh and say, “What is it?”

“Well, you know how I like to burrow into my bed, right?” she starts. I nod.

“Well, I burrowed way into my covers and it started to smell. It smelled like socks and sausages.”

I could see the punchline coming. She could barely contain herself. “So my bed smells like sock-sages,” she said with a fit of giggles.

Before I could ask why her bed smells this way, she said “OK. That’s it. Good night.” Her mission of sharing this critical information completed, off to bed she went.