Have You Seen My Shoe?
Monday, July 30th, 2007
Sunday morning, The Boy and I were unceremoniously awoken by a wrong number caller. After much grumbling, I dragged myself out of bed and into the living room after him.
Boy: “I have a fun game for you.”
Me: “I hate morning.”
Undeterred, The Boy walked me by the hand to his couch where we peeked out the front shutters facing the street.
Boy, pointing to the sidewalk below: “So….what would you say happened to that shoe last night?”
Me: “A SHOE! OOOoooo-I like this game!”
Boy: “Yeah, just one. How do you lose a shoe? Just one shoe?”
Me: “Maybe it’s having a rough time at home? Or it got into a fight with its buddy?”
Boy: “Someone’s coming! HIDE!”
Me: “But it looks lonely…”
The poor, forlorn thing was still there this morning when I left for dumb ass work. Poor shoe. (And yes, we’re weird and easily entertained.)
Leaving a shoe behind? Isn’t there some sort of law against that?