My daughter, however, loves toe socks and when a sock is called for, she prefers her toes individually wrapped. This would normally be a non-issue, if not for the fact that I occasionally like to help her out with her laundry. If she has a lot of homework, or is working at the pizza place, I'll pitch in a help a girl out.
I don't know about all your daughters out there, but my daughter's feet smell like she has been walking across dead bodies. When a 17 year old comes in from the gym and peels off her socks to take a shower, do you think she bothers to unwad them and turn them right-side-out before she tosses them into her hamper? Never. So these puppies have been rode hard and put away wet.
By the time I get to them, they have dried into a crusty little ball. In case you hadn't figured it out yet, there is a chemical in dried up kid sweat that causes it to become hard, yet friable, upon touching. Sort of like asbestos. Not only do I have to turn this toxic tuft right-side-out, but I have to stick my finger in each and every slot. That's 10 crusty crevices per pair. Yummy!