Ok so you might not possess the necessary skills to turn yourself into a pickle to avoid attending a family therapy session, but at least with these socks you can dream.

One sunny morning in the Hundred Acre Wood, Winnie the Pooh woke up to a strange sound. It was the pitter-patter of comfy new socks being walked across the floor! “Oh wow,” said Pooh, looking over to a sock-clad Piglet. Suddenly the sky was blue, and the sun was shining brightly. He loved honey, and he also loved new socks day.

C is for cookie, me want cookie! Om nom nom nom.