To think, I almost threw it out

I was cracking the whip assisting my daughters in the tidying of their room. Everything has a place. Nothing was in it.

"Is this pretty?" I asked.

They admitted it was not.

On top of the dresser, among other things, was a lone sock.

"Katie, put this in the hamper." I ordered requested nicely.

"But it doesn't have a match," she moaned explained. And keeping it on the dresser solves that problem? {Sarcastic comments are kept to myself.}

"I KNOW it doesn't have a match. It's mate is on the dryer, where it has been for a month, waiting for this one to cycle through the laundry."

"Oh."

Oh, indeed.