His mom appeared in the hallway, a piece of toast in her mouth and a coffee mug in her hand. “What’s the trouble, Captain?”
Leo looked at his feet. The rocket socks were smiling. He could tell, even though socks don’t have mouths.
“Left foot,” Leo commanded.
He slid the second sock onto his right foot. It fit perfectly. The two rockets were now side by side, aiming forward, a fleet of two.
“Mom!” Leo yelled, not because he needed help, but because the socks were being unreasonable. socks for 4
The left sock wiggled. It did not want to be left. It wanted to be right.
“Never!” cried the second sock. “I am the navigator! I point forward! Put me on the foot that wiggles so I can wiggle the stars!” His mom appeared in the hallway, a piece
“That’s wrong,” the sock grumbled.
Leo pulled it off and threw it on the floor. He picked up the other rocket sock. “You go on the left.” He could tell, even though socks don’t have mouths