Sunday, February 22, 2009

Sock War


The button popped out as the whirling sound faded along with the clanks and rattles of tossed zippers and clasps. A blast of heat escaped from the open door. Hot clothes tumbled into the waiting basket.

Laundry Day.

It was the one task in the house that we (my sister, brother, and me) helped on whenever we heard the familiar buzzing sound of the dryer. We became good laundry folders as we shook out the loose lint, tucked in the sleeves, rolled - not folded - the towels, and balled up the socks. Then we dutifully carried the full baskets to our respective bedrooms and dumped everything into an untidy mess on the floors. The basket flipped onto its side as we cowered behind our makeshift forts and lobbed soft mayhem at each other.


Heck! Who needed snowballs? It did not even have to be winter to have such fun. Argyle missiles sailed from one bedroom into another, the checkered style causing cross-eyed, hypnotic stares as it took confused enemies (a.k.a. my brother and sister) by complete surprise. Knee highs were small fast balls able to curve around corners. Holey socks were the best fun, as we stuck fingers into the toe holes and chucked them with great strength like a javelin hurler. The sock would swoop through the air, smack the window or closet behind the enemy, and ricochet back as a sneak attack from the blind side. Whenever we ran out of socks, we had to run out into the hallway and gather up the misfired ones. Then we tried to scramble back to safety, ducking and diving with the balls aimed at our cheeks.

No, I am not talking about the cheeks on our faces. The other ones.

Even better, no body part was off-limits - not even our heads. When the battle ended, we never had to worry about black eyes or missing teeth or broken limbs. Maybe we might have a little injured pride. Yet revenge could wait until the next laundry day.

Can you imagine if we fought real wars with socks? We could subdue the foe with cottony softness.

Sock war. Fun for the young and old alike. Children. Spouses. Take a little time out of your day to toss a sock at someone. Laughter will ensue.

*Disclaimer: I really shouldn’t have to say this but...the blog owner will not be held responsible by any misuse of your socks that leads to injury (splashing your sock into a pot of boiling water), arrest (holding up a bank using a sock as a weapon), or stupidity (ramming your you-know-what up your mean boss’s you-know-where). Use some commonsense, folks*


  1. I like this game - trouble is, the only people I see are occasional visitors, now my nest is empty, and I can't think of one that might enjoy being pelted with a sock ball - sigh..

  2. Love this, just another example of the vivid imagination and the inventive mind of children.;)
    We had pillow wars, but no sock wars.

    PS: Love the disclaimer.;))

  3. I still throw the cat's toy mice at my boyfriend when he's least expecting it. They're not quite as soft as socks, but no one's been harmed in our fake mice battles.

    Jinksy--I think it could be quite amusing to ambush guests with a barrage of socks!

  4. MY WIFE and I will sometimes play Sock Hockey while folding clothes together. Once a pair of socks is put together in a ball, it becomes the puck and the first one to kick it past the other wins. Needless to say, we sometimes take a long time folding the laundry :-)

  5. jinksy: You never know. Never hurts to ask!

    Protege: I never had a pillow war. Strange but true. I had to add the disclaimer. You never know if any kids are reading.

    Rebecca: Good that no one has been harmed, although have they smelled like catnip?

    Suldo: Sockey hockey. You are into the classics. As long as the laundry gets folded sometime.

  6. As kids my brothers and I would have slingshot wars, but instead of rocks or ballbearings, we used freshly shelled peas. Not sure which we got in more trouble for. The war itself or wasting peas.

  7. Oren: I used to do the same thing with rotten apples on sticks. We would whip them at each other. We were such goofy kids.

  8. Enjoyed as always, M. I've got a whole arsenal of mismatched socks you're welcome to have. :)

  9. Angie: I always feel a little bad for mismatched socks. Their twin has disappeared and they are all alone... wow, I'm in a weird mood today.

  10. You really knew how to sock it to your sibs. ;)Fun story, Michelle.

  11. Hilary: Hahaha! You are so silly sometimes.


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