The Great Sock Puppet Show

My grandkids came to stay for a long weekend in November, and it rained the whole time. By Saturday afternoon, we had run out of board games, cookies and patience.

So my husband dug out a bag of mismatched socks, and we made puppets. Buttons for eyes, yarn for hair, a felt mustache for a sock named Sir Reginald. The kids wrote a play, which was mostly about Sir Reginald trying to find his lost sandwich.

We hung a bedsheet over the doorway for a stage. The performance, on Sunday evening, was attended by both of us, the dog, and the kids' parents, who had arrived early to pick them up and were immediately made to sit down and buy tickets with Monopoly money.

It lasted twenty-three minutes. There was an intermission with popcorn. Sir Reginald found his sandwich. We gave a standing ovation. The socks are still in a bag in the closet, labeled "Theater Company."