Last year, at Kenny and Rachel’s wedding, Brandon lost a pair of Crocs because he kicked them off at some point, and we didn’t see it. Today, I was loading him up in the car and suddenly he said, “One shoe!” and started pointing on the ground. I felt one foot and there was a shoe there. The other one was only socked. Oh no, he did lose a shoe. At least this time, he told me it dropped. They are on with velcro and it must have gotten caught on the door and fallen off.
Today, I had a conference in the City and came home fairly late. Brandon was already in the tub for the nightly bath. He must have heard the key in the door and said, “Mommy!” So I ran into the bathroom and told him to hurry up and finish so I could give him a hug. His answer: “No.” Shucks.