The girls were sorting their clean socks from the laundry basket. Generally, the girls don't care if their socks match, but every once in a while I like to do an inventory.

So as I was checking email, I heard a lot of laughing and then some crying while they were supposedly organizing the socks.

"Girls, what's going on," I yelled from the other room.

"Nothing, we have it figured out," G. replied.

A little while later they were laughing loudly and I went to see what exactly they had "figured out."

Swim goggles?

Their solution to not getting hit in the eye with a flying sock during their sock fight.

Nice.