Wee Small likes to spend all of her time barefoot. Her toes need to be in constant touch with the earth. However, it is winter on tummy mountain, which means sometimes I insist on shoes and socks. The kind without holes.
And sometimes we have to buy new socks.
The Little One (being the eldest) and Wee Small made Little Hoot out of Wee Small's new socks. They think I don't know that.
The Little One (being the eldest) made the body. And Wee Small did the eyes and wings.
introducing Little Hoot
I don't know where the little ones have put the other sock. They must have disposed of the evidence.