Take These Onions?

After we had the conversation about Henry’s cheese infection, and I fixed his breakfast, it was time for him to get ready for his shower.

He came around the corner in his underwear and t-shirt and handed me his socks, he said “Here, take these onions”

I knew at that very moment that the old fella had gone bonkus in the konkus, he was officially chicken soupy in the head, and there was no turning back. I was going to have to rally the family and explain to them that he thought that socks were onions and he insisted that I take them.

Those are socks, dirty socks, go put them in the dirty clothes.

No they’re onions, take them.

No they’re dirty socks not onions; go toss them in the laundry.

No, they are onions, there’s onions in these socks, go dump the onions out of my socks into the compost bucket, and I’ll put them in the dirty clothes when you’re done.

Why do you have onions in your socks?

Because I was trying an experiment, I remember once they used to say if you were getting a cold to sleep with onions in your socks, so I diced up some onion and put them in there.

Oh, did it work?

Yes, I think it did, I felt pretty good when I woke up in the morning.

How many days did you have those same onions in your socks?

I don’t know, one or two.

One or two days with onions in his socks, I guess that’s better than a week, at least they didn’t have time to get moldy, and I didn’t notice any fungus on his feet when I washed them, hopefully he doesn’t try it again, and if he does, I hope he has the sense to change his socks.