Socks talking nonsense

Jessie recently acquired five new pairs of socks.  After her shower one night, I laid them all out and asked her which pair she would wear to bed with her purple pants.  My SpideySense told me that she was just about to refuse the warm purple pants and demand something less suitable, so I used my SuperMumSense and put the kibosh on that immediately by pointing out the benefit of the socks with reference to the pants.

"This pair is purple, so that will match your purple pants, this pair is white with pink and purple so that will match your purple pants and your white skivvy and your -er- pink undies, and this pair is pink but they do have hippos on them and hippos like purple so they'd be good, and this pair is also pink but there's the word "FUNKY" and a picture of a monkey so I guess that funky monkey has something to do with purple ..."  As I trailed off, wondering how I was going to sell the black and white stripes with reference to the purple pants, I realised that I'd given her too many options.

"I'll have these on my feet and these on my hands," she said.

And do you know, I let her, only because it appeared that she had taken it for granted that she was wearing the warm purple pants.  So I guess I won, in a way.  I let her put the purple socks on her hands and the white/pink/purple ones on her feet.

As I packed the other pairs of socks away, I noticed that Jessie now had four sock puppets engaged in a discussion that, on the face of it, made no sense.

Right hand, to left hand: "What? And give Rudy a midnight snack?  Not likely."
Left hand, to left foot: "The skull's right.  We can camp here for the night.  Now, who's hungry?"
Left foot: "I am!"
Left hand: "You don't need the calories!"

And it continued to make no sense until she told me that it was from Ice Age 3.  And so it is, a quote down the bottom of the page here.