Socks Just Don’t Cut It

Today while sitting in the spare room folding socks (there were rather a lot of them, I’m not a big fan of folding socks), Jos came to me carrying my keys.  He put them in my hand and then proceeded to climb into my lap, hold on tightly and may or may not have said “Car!”, but I’m most certain that’s where he wanted to go.

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