Friday, August 21, 2009

Where the Shoe Go?

Beck has a thing for shoes. He likes to try them on, carry them around, find their own or hide them. The other day I caught him stuffing my sandal under his crib. Yesterday, Wendell took his shoes off, then started hunting for them.

"Where are my shoes?" he complained loudly. Eventually I joined in the search offering up pairs of shoes and suggestions as I learned that Wendell has more tennis shoes than I have with all of the different kinds of shoes put together.

So, I did what I always do when I can't find something, I just start cleaning. I grabbed some laundry (Wendell's) left carelessly in the bathroom and dropped it into the bin and stopped.

"Wendell," I called, "I found your shoes. They're in the laundry." Wendell fished out both of his tennis shoes, both of my sandals and Beck had headed down the hall with a box of note cards ready to throw that in the laundry, too.

Some day I'll tell you how fun it is to do laundry at my house...

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