One day when our boys were still fairly young, I kidded my Beloved about something as she sorted and matched a basket of clean socks, rolling the matched pairs into little balls to keep them together. The next thing I knew a pair of rolled up socks was flying at me at roughly the speed of sound and hit me squarely between the eyes!
My Beloved had an amazingly accurate throwing arm and she knew how to use it! She had been signed for a Pro Woman’s Softball League right out of high school after being voted the most athletic girl in our school. So, when I say My Beloved could throw like a pro I’m not exaggerating even a little bit!
Luckily for me, a pair of rolled up cotton socks rolled up into a ball has not much greater impact than a cotton ball.
“Two can play that game,” I yelled as I ran over and grabbed a bunch of the sock-balls from her pile then ran behind a couch and lobbed a pair at her. She ducked behind a chair with a handful of her own, and the “Sock War” was on!
By now our young boys were laughing hysterically. They grabbed some sock balls and ducked behind other furniture as the Sock War escalated. Sock balls were flying everywhere and bouncing off of everyone and everything! We were all laughing so hard our eyes began watering.
A cool thing about Sock Wars (besides that no one in our family ever got hurt fighting them) is no one ever runs out of ammunition!
We played until our arms couldn’t throw anymore and laughed so long and hard our jaws ached.
“Sock Wars” became one of our favorite family traditions and we often played it.
The game’s only rule was that you couldn’t throw dirty socks. Considering how smelly the boys and my feet were, I suspect that it was my Beloved who probably insisted on that rule!
Ironically, Sock Wars were among the funnest (I know that spell-check doesn’t consider “funnest” to be a real word, but if it isn’t, it SHOULD be!) and funniest things we’ve ever done as a family and it was FREE other than the cost of an occasional re-washing of a load of socks, of course! (I had to throw that last phrase in there in case my Beloved reads this post!)