The Unsolved Socks Mystery: How My Son’s Secret Revolutionized Everything

You may be asking yourself, “Who cares about missing socks?”

I promise that you would also care if you were in my position.

Because even the smallest things can make you lose it when you’re a single father trying to keep everything together.

One sock was the beginning of it all. A simple black one. I assumed the dryer ate it—socks do that, don’t they? Then another disappeared. And yet another. By the fifth one, I was suspicious rather than merely irritated.

I started drawing tiny dots on my socks to make sure I wasn’t going crazy. But they continued to vanish.

You’re probably thinking, “Just buy more socks.” However, these weren’t your typical socks. The majority were oddball novelty socks that my late wife, Sarah, gave me. Every couple had a memory.

Then I thought back to the old nanny cam we had when my son Dylan was a baby. I located it in a dusty box in the garage after some searching, and I put it up in the laundry room. While I waited, I spread out three pairs of recently laundered socks.

In my haste to watch the video the following morning, I almost spilled my coffee.