Yesterday morning was the first morning this fall that the boys needed church shoes to wear with khaki pants. This immediately poses a few problems:
1. Why don’t I EVER think of this until the first morning we need them?
2. Luke isn’t going to have any shoes that fit.
3. Bennett hates pretty much anything except tennis shoes…I’m going to have to convince him that his shoes are just fine.
4. Seriously, why can’t I get my act together at the end of summer and buy Luke some shoes? Gah.
As predicted, Luke’s shoes were no where close to fitting. Chuck Taylors for him, which was fine. Bennett’s shoes DID fit, and with a minimum of coercing and a no-nonsense attitude from me, he was wearing the shoes quickly and didn’t say a word about them all day. Jack Henry and I ventured to the basement to pull out a pair from storage for him.
Lo and behold, there was a pair that fit perfectly, and thankfully, hadn’t been destroyed by his brothers. Unpreparedness: 1, Me: 2.
Fast-forward to church a bit later. I was checking Jack Henry into his Sunday School classroom when he told me he had a rock in his shoe. I said fine, sit down, take off your shoe, and after I’ve signed you in, I’ll put your shoe back on for you. A minute later, he was handing me something, and he had a weird look on his face.
Frankly, you would, too, if you’d just pulled one of your brother’s teeth out of your shoes.
Yep. For a time, Luke was insisting on saving his teeth after they fell out (while this was gross, it really wasn’t weird to me – I know I did the same thing). And apparently, one escaped from the little box it was being stored in, and fell into a shoe in the closet (I’m sure while the shoes were Bennett’s), and was then put in storage undetected for the past year or so.
Welcome to the crazy.