Oliver, I want to give you a piece of advice. After doing laundry yesterday, I prepared myself to write an apology to you on this blog. Why, you might ask (if you could talk)? Well, I lost one of your socks. I know, I know! I was going to plead for your forgiveness. As I lugged the forty pounds of laundry back into the apartment, I told this story to your mom. She told me not to worry about it and that your little sock was probably stuck in the bedsheets that I washed. And you know what? As I made the bed later that day, there it was. So the moral of the story is that you should expect to lose socks in your life, not be afraid to ask for forgiveness when you make a mistake, and that you should probably listen to your mother. She knows things.