This morning on the way to school, Benjamin was admiring my jeans. He said he liked them, because they were "worn" and he liked the line (seam) down the side of my leg. Then he touched my leg, squeezed it a little and said, "Your leg feels like a sock monkey". I was lucky not to wreck the car since I was laughing so hard. I don't know where he comes up with these things, but very often, he'll say something that just cracks me up.
So I guess I have "sock monkey" legs. I'm not sure if that's a bad thing or a good thing. I think it's a good thing, because B didn't say it with disdain and I think I heard a hint of admiration in his voice.