Monsters

So today we were supposed to get the kids’ pictures taken. I got everybody dressed, and it was time to go, so I said, "Cara, go find your black shoes.”

The children scurry off in a dozen directions (even though there are only two of them, they still go a dozen directions), only to not find the shoes.

I said, “Cara, where are your black shoes.”

Cara: “No black shoes. Boots.”

Me: “No, you need your black shoes today, for pictures.”

Cara: “Me no wear black shoes, wear boots” By now she’s throwing in some attitude as well.

Me: “No, you’re not wearing boots. Go find your shoes. Jack, please help your sister find her shoes.”

Time passes, ten minutes later, having checked everywhere, including the refrig & freezer, and still no shoes.

Me: “Cara, where did you put your shoes?”

Cara: “Monster. In Jack house. In my house. Hide shoes.”

Me: “A monster came in and hid your shoes?”

Cara: “Yes, monster hide black shoes” in a VERY SERIOUS tone

At this point, what do you do? You can’t bang your head against the wall in front of them, that would be wrong. You can’t cry either, that’s what you really want to do.

So, we put on boots and ran to Payless (thankfully there was one in the mall) and dropped $15 on another pair of black shoes. Pair #3 for the season.

Pair #1 is only the left shoe now, I don’t know where the right one is. The one legged monster must have gotten that one.

Pair #2 is the pair that the monster hid.

Pair #3 is in the basket upstairs.

Any takers on how long the new pair will last?

Pictures were successful, however, and if I get my act in gear, they'll be out in time for Christmas!

Have a good one, and watch out for the shoe monsters!