Let the embarrassment begin

I came in and told Constance I was ready to take her to school.  She took one look at me and begged me to change.  I asked her if she didn't like my pretty socks -- she told me they were fine as long as no one could see them.  The boys promptly told me my socks were beautiful and they were going to tell everyone about them.

I went and changed ... Like the good mommy that I am and when we were pulling out o the drive propped my foot up and pulled my pant leg up.  Constance was definitely not impressed.