Only One Shoe

It seems funny that life’s events are typically reoccurring themes. My son is constantly looking for something that he has lost. Usually it is his Gameboy or the Gameboy game he was playing the day before. I always tell him it will be in the last place he looks. I then proceed to the least likely place in the house for it to be and look down. I wasn’t in the basement yesterday means it’s in the basement. I left it at school means that it is in his bedroom buried under a mound of clothes. Can I check your car means it is shoved under one of the living room chairs. Now I can read these clues, why is it that a 10 year old can only find one shoe?

Right before I put him to bed last night, he tells me, “You are probably going to be angry, but I wore sandals to school today.”

Now it was 75 degrees so sandals were okay but the bigger questions were why would I be mad and why wear sandals? So I asked, “Why did you wear sandals to school today?”

“Because I can only find one of my shoes and it’s in Amanda’s room.” He points into his sister’s room as if I can see anything with all of the clutter on the floor.

“So where is your other shoe?” A simple, but so difficult to answer question.

The standard, “I don’t know” gets uttered in reply.

Since I had more important things to worry about, I let the matter drop. After all, he wouldn’t need them until the morning and anything can happen between now and then. As usual, nothing happened.

I forgot clean about it until the next morning when I called to make sure he was ready for school. “I can still only find one shoe.” he says.

“Did you look?” I ask.

“No, I’ll just wear another pair.”

How was I to know he had another pair of shoes?

So tonight, I’ll ask him where he saw it last and see if I can find it. I do know that it will always be in the last place I look.

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Cobb