One Size Fits Most

The other day I was folding the unnamed little girl's laundry when a confused looking Adam picked up the teeniest tiniest piece of cloth possible and asked what it was. I said it was a mitten. He replied "Of course it's a mitten! Why didn't I know that? (slight pause) And why does she need a mitten?" I replied with the whole so she can't scratch herself textbook answer but I was really thinking about the times I swear she is scratching me from the inside (or how she made a shank out of the umbilical cord) and how I could get a pair of mittens on her hands right now! But since I can not do that I resorted to the next best thing. I put them on Adam's big toes along with some of her socks. And this is the result...