I lock him in his seat, the two other boys are locked into their seats, and my wife jumps in the car and we head off for our twenty minute drive to Sunday Worship. About mid-way to church, my wife looks back at the youngest and says, “Where’s his shoes?”
“Oh,” I replied in a cocky tone, as if I had out smarted this baby from taking off his shoes, “Seeing that he always takes them off anyways, I’ll put them on him when we get to church.” My wife looks around the van and says “Where are they, because I don’t see them?” “Oh, they’re back in the back,” I said with my ever increasing confidence. “Well,” my wife responds matter of fact, “You know the nursery won’t take him if he has no shoes on, right?”
A cloud of doubt began to form on the horizon of my mind.
“Well, they are either back by his seat or I put them in the back with his stroller,” I quickly retorted attempting to stay the fissure beginning to form in my facade of certainty. “I’m not going to do something as stupid as forgetting his shoes.”
Thankfully, after the nursery workers had a great laugh, they took the boy in spite of his bare feet, but he had to stay in a crib the entire time. In between services, my wife went to check on him and a newer workers unaware of my son’s plight, kindly whispered to my wife in her most helpful, Titus 2 style voice something along the lines of, “You may want to think to put shoes on him next time.” I told my wife, “You should have responded in the best hill billy draw you could muster, ‘Shewz? We’d dount let the yougnins ware shewz untel ther 12.”
Once we got home, I did find the shoes sitting on a table next to our van in the garage.
On an entirely separate subject, I wish to say thanks to Team Pyro and Pulpit Live for the links. Visitors to my blog tripled for a daily average, and then for one day, I think last Friday, the traffic was up to 800 visits. I was amazed.
Thanks for sending the love guys.