This afternoon, Rye looked at me and clapped his hands together, in his own sign language for, "I need help."
"What can Mommy do to help you?" I asked.
"Socks," he said.
So I went and got his little fleece slippers and put them on his chilly bare feet, and he grinned and stared down at his feet and said, "Socks." Then he toddled off to play.
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