Ingrid did her laundry today. Hanging up laundry is boring, so she usually asks me to “help” her but really to keep her company.

While she was hanging up all her numerous dark hoodies, I hung up her socks.

When I hang socks, I naturally pair them. I pick up a sock, look for its twin on the hanger, and hang them next to each other.

Ingrid doesn’t. She wants her socks mixed. I think initially she just couldn’t be bothered to sort them, but now it’s become her thing. She rocks her socks every day. Not only did she hang them all in a jumble – she purposely mixed up all the pairs I had paired up. It almost hurt my brain to hang up socks like that… She can even pair an ankle sock with a crew sock! The mere thought of it is enough to make my ankles itch.