Sock War!

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!)

With Love,

About russtowne

I'm awed by the beauty of nature and the power of love and gratitude. Some of my favorite sensory experiences include waves crashing on rocky shores, waterways in ancient redwood and fern-filled forests, and rain. My wife and I have been married since 1979. We have 3 adult children and 5 grandchildren. I manage a wealth management firm that I founded in 2003. My Beloved is a Special Education teacher for Kindergartners and First Graders. I'm a published author of approximately 60 books in a variety of genres for grownups and children.
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32 Responses to Sock War!

  1. mimijk says:

    A fun game to teach your grandbabies!!!

  2. A family that plays together, stays together. 😉

  3. willowdot21 says:

    Yes sock wars are great but the burning questions , why is there always an odd sock!??

  4. Fun!…. Reminds me when our children were young.. of our ‘cream pie in the face’ episode!.. Diane

  5. utesmile says:

    Fantastic game! I can imagine it being so much fun and eeveryone enjoyed it. We used to have some pillowfights with the sofa cushions and thye are always fun. I shall try and throw the clean sock balls from now on and try and get it in the boy’s drawers….. Practice makes perfect, well better…. and it will be fun even without them.

  6. Ann Koplow says:

    Great post and great game!

  7. What a hoot and a terrific family ‘game’, 😀 😀

  8. Mrs. P says:

    Sounds like a fantastic game…one my grandson would surely enjoy! 😀

  9. Hhhmmmmmm……the next day stuck inside and the grandkids are over….. 😀

  10. willowdot21 says:

    Good clean family fun. 😉

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