I wonder how many hours I've spent looking for socks and underwear in the wee hours of the morning. I can't keep up with my son's ever-changing underwear preferences, and socks disappear as if my home were the Bermuda Triangle. I'm stocking up this year, and everyone in my house will have 14 pairs of fresh, plain, white, easily-matchable socks. Hell, I'll even schedule in a sock and underwear inventory day in November to make sure we're still in good standing.