Then it dawned on me: Sheep.
Where is Sheep?
Searched for Sheep.
Yep, he’d been tampered with.
I asked D why he ripped them off of Sheep (since I assumed they were stitched on.)
“But mom, sheep don’t wear socks.”
Well….yeah, I know…
“But they’re cute on him.”
As soon as I said it, I realized how silly that sounded. Like a boy is going to care what’s “cute” on a stuffed animal. And it’s not like he tore the feet off the poor creature; the socks actually do come off and there’s even something like hooves underneath!
Sheep was given to D as a gift at my baby shower. So, Sheep has always been in D’s life. And Sheep has always worn socks.
Because, you know, sheep don’t wear socks!