Some days ago, I was sitting around doing nothing, and my mom called me to the Kitchen. She told me to do the dishes, and I furiously said, "I'll be free of this slavery one day." My mom was like, "You can't be free of this slavery." So an idea came into my mind. I asked, "Not even if I force you to give me socks?" She stared blankly at me, and I then realised that she had no idea what I was talking about. I explained abiut house-elves and how they can be free of their slavery with clothes, and why socks are so special for us potterheads. After understanding, my mom laughed and said, "Get out of the world of Fantasy. This is the real world."
That was heartbreaking ... so I guess socks won't work on our moms ...
