I have been accused of being flighty. Spacey. Not fully present. I resent these charges, but my indignation got lowered a peg this weekend.
It was time to leave the house, but I had to do one more thing and was a little scattered, and then I couldn't find my boots. The kids were standing there with their coats on and for the life of me I had no idea what happened to my boots. I had been wearing them just 20 minutes before. My house isn't that big. Both boys were exceedingly helpful in searching for them, but those boots had simply vanished.
We make it to the birthday party only five minutes late
(I hate to be late) and as we waited for them to answer our knock I look at Tiny Pants for the first time. I mean, really look at him.
This is what I see:
Notice anything weird? Like perhaps his feet seem a little big for the rest of his body?
The missing boots…the ones he helped me look for.
Perhaps I have to own that spacey moniker after all.