So there is this:
Liam loves his socks. There is usually a small pile of his dirty socks sitting in front of the laundry baskets, waiting to go into the lingerie bag to be washed.
When he is in our room, Liam invariably finds those socks, grabs two big handfuls, and carries them around the house.
Which also means there are stray socks laying about the house... Like in front of the fridge, and under his high chair, and stuffed into the sofa.
Please excuse our socky house!