HOW come I know which [...].
HOW come I know which socks belong to the husband, which belong to the 12-year-old and which belong to the nine-year-old, yet none of them know which belong to each other? Hence, the nine-year-old is flapping around in size 10 socks, the husband's often in one size four and one size nine and the 12-year-old takes whatever he can find.
Why do I care when they couldn't care less? Because I'm a mum, that's why. What's more, I spent an hour on Tuesday sorting them out. For that alone I deserve them to SOCK it to me with a VERY special Mother's Day present.