I have (well, had, I threw them out yesterday) holey socks. They are the last socks in the drawer, emergency socks. I was wearing them the other day, and Bri alerted me to the fact I have holey socks. Then she asked why I had holey socks. I said because her dad won't let me buy any new socks. Which led to a discussion with Mike as to why it's perfectly reasonable to buy $10 socks and not the value pack at Zellers. During this, Bri leans in close and says she has to tell me something, something Mike can't hear. She whispers to me:

When you learn how to drive, you can go buy your own socks.

Died.