[As I'm pulling out of the driveway] "Okay, Theo, did I remember to buckle Amos in?"
"Yup!"
"Okay, you get buckled, too, now."
"WAIT!! MOMMY!! STOP!!"
"What?!"
"I forgot to put on my SHOES!!!!!!"
"Oh! Okay. Well, run inside and get them."
"OKAY! THANKS!"
[a little while later]
"Mommy, thanks for stopping and letting me get my shoes."
"Of course, sweetie."
"I'm sorry about forgetting them."
"Oh, hon, that's okay. I'm just glad you noticed it before we got downtown. It would have been seriously annoying to get all the way there and then not be able to stay because you'd forgotten your shoes."
"Oh. Yeah."
"So I'm glad you noticed, and I'm glad we won't miss out on the bookstore."
"That happens sometimes."
"What?"
"People. They forget their shoes." [negligent wave of hand] "It just . . . happens. Sometimes. It does."
"Oh. Uh, yes."
"I guess it's just something people do."
"Um . . . yes."
Comments (1)
I usually remember to wear shoes, but I have forgotten to pack shoes, so I guess Theo is right. It happens. To people. Sometimes.