Carter Dahniel shrieks with laughter, my poorly-shaped socks on his hands, almost up to his armpits, and his little feet are covered too, like he has leggings.

“Yum, yum, yum,” I say with my sock-covered hand, going to catch his tail on the floor. He squeals and yanks his tail away from me. But he can only go so far. “I’m very hungry!” my sock says in an ominous voice, and I catch one of his little feet. My sock mimes getting a bad taste in his mouth and spitting.

Dahniel makes a delighted scream...