The Hose Zone!

You know, the hose zone...like the Twighlight Zone for footwear...that place that one sock in a pair goes when you do the laundry. I have heard theories and explanations that some socks actually make themselves small enough to go through that big pipe in the back of the washer and flush out to sea. This explains all the socks...you see...washed up on the beach......wait, I never see socks washed up on the shore. Hmmm...anyway, baby socks have a hose zone of their own. They survive the washer just fine (oddly, since they truly are tiny and I could actually believe the afore mentioned theory applying to them) but...if you put a baby wearing TWO socks in a stroller facing away from you - you will return home, having had the stroller and any possibly "leavings" in sight the whole time - with a uni-socked baby. Considering that I take the same route every day soon the path should be littered with miniature socks, a sort of knit Hansel and Gretel trail but no...no errant socks. In fact the only thing we find on walks are LOTS of tennis balls and the occasional apple.