The ancient Greek philosopher Aristotle once said, “The secret to humor is surprise.”  I bought my husband this pair of glow in the dark socks trying to get a jump on our little one’s birthday.  Feeling good that I had ONE thing off my mountainous list, I noticed my friend’s eyes widen in shock as I showed them to her.  Then she started to sort of sputter and cough.  Furrowing my brow, I asked if she was OK.  “Um, you see this?” she asked as she traced her finger over the faint lines barely visible on the socks.  Upon closer inspection I noted they seemed to be forming some type of pattern.  So I leaned in closer, squinted, and discovered just what those barely discernible shapes were.  I felt my own eyes bulge out of their sockets with a sort of disbelief.  Printed indelibly all over the darn socks were marijuana leaves.  THAT was what glowed in the dark.  A vision flashed before me of tons of little five year olds jumping up and down under a black light pointing and hollering, “What’s that?!” with their folks thinking we were some type of pot heads.  Covert chortling gave way to outright laughter from my friend.  At first I was too stunned to do anything but stare at them slightly slack-jawed.  And here I had been so proud of myself for finding it.  Then I realized I should thank my lucky stars it was discovered before he went up and down in them at our child’s birthday party.  I guess I wasn’t hip enough at first — but now that I know I’m in a huff.