And never mind the farting contests between the boys (and sometimes their father). Best thing I ever did was to buy socks that were all the same. I could tell which ones were my youngest though—the ones with all the holes in the soles.
I finally did that too. Everybody got the same socks. Then when they wanted the crazy looking socks I tye dyed them. They got crazy socks all right & I never had to worry about matching them....They weren’t really happy until their friends wanted socks like theirs. You learn to deal with things & make do....Even my oldest Princess Brat Daughter would wear them lol