You were going over to your younger brother's house this afternoon to watch over his adorable, yet hilariously mischievous identical twin boys, Andrew and Oliver. Andy and Ollie. A couple of identical playful little kids.
You loved his kids as if they were your own. You loved to tell them stories and tease them as their dark bluish-hazel-colored eyes lit up. It was too easy to get them wound up and exciteable. Like a couple of little puppies.
You decided the story of these socks would be a great story to tell them. You'd tease them by not trying them on, and getting them to try it on for each other and telling them they changed bodies. It would be entertaining, to try to convince them they became eachother. So you purchased them, and proceeded to your brother's house.