“Did they behave?” she asked.
Leo looked at his feet. The rocket socks were smiling. He could tell, even though socks don’t have mouths.
“They want the wrong feet,” Leo said.
Leo frowned. His left foot was his wiggling foot. His right foot was his stomping foot. The rocket sock wanted the stomping foot.
He zoomed past the kitchen, past the bathroom, and crash-landed on the living room rug. His mom peeked around the corner.
His mom appeared in the hallway, a piece of toast in her mouth and a coffee mug in her hand. “What’s the trouble, Captain?”
“Left foot,” Leo commanded.
“Did they behave?” she asked.
Leo looked at his feet. The rocket socks were smiling. He could tell, even though socks don’t have mouths.
“They want the wrong feet,” Leo said.
Leo frowned. His left foot was his wiggling foot. His right foot was his stomping foot. The rocket sock wanted the stomping foot.
He zoomed past the kitchen, past the bathroom, and crash-landed on the living room rug. His mom peeked around the corner.
His mom appeared in the hallway, a piece of toast in her mouth and a coffee mug in her hand. “What’s the trouble, Captain?”
“Left foot,” Leo commanded.