“I sure wish someone would take my socks off,” I said lazily extending my feet into the air. I was sitting at the end of my girl’s bed preparing to read them a chapter of their story book, and the removal of Daddy’s socks is often part of our bedtime routine. Clara started it years ago. I climb up onto her bed and dangle my legs over the side, and she would beg to pull my socks off. This would turn into a playfully game of puppy tug of war. I would bend my ankle back and forth to make it harder or easier to take off. She would pull, leaning back with all of her weight, and then I would point my toes…