The Great Sock Conspiracy
One day, Dad came out of the laundry room, holding a single sock like it was evidence from a crime scene.
“Alright, family,” he announced, “this has gone too far. The socks are disappearing again!”
The kids laughed, “Dad, it’s just a sock. It probably got lost.”
Dad narrowed his eyes. “Lost? Or… abducted? I’m telling you, there’s a Sock Monster in this house!”
He started a “Sock Recovery Mission,” which involved turning over couch cushions, searching under beds, and interrogating the family dog.
Hours later, Mom found the missing socks in the dryer.
“Dad,” she said, holding them up, “you’re cleared to close this case.”
But Dad shook his head. “Or is this just what the Sock Monster wants us to think?”
