I don't know if your house is like my house, but if it is then you know a little something about what I like to call "The Shoe Dilemma".
Simply explained, this is when one or more of your children can't find their shoes. The Shoe Dilemma has plagued all three of my children on numerous occasions - sometimes it even gets me. Sometimes it affects only one shoe, sometimes both, but at least once a week we seem to have an episode. It most frequently gets us when we're already late for something and it results in me screaming and yelling, tears from at least one child, and quite often feet being crammed into shoes that are too small.
Evidently, The Shoe Dilemma is so traumatic in my house that Bug decided the other day that he would just jump in the car without shoes at all, rather than invoke the chaos that would come from admitting that he couldn't find his shoes.
Did he think I wouldn't notice? I'm not sure. I think this was a case of "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it" in his head.
To be fair, my kids are true Florida children. They run around without shoes a lot. True Florida kids play outside barefoot, ride bikes barefoot, run over to their neighbor friend's house barefoot and probably jump in a few mud puddles on their way there. In fact, over the summer I'm pretty the boys didn't put a pair of socks on their feet even once.
At any rate, we were really just going to run a few errands and pick up The Man from his office (his truck is out of service right now, which is a whole other blog entry) so maybe he thought he'd get away with it.
But, by the time we got The Man and conversed, it was decided that we were all hungry and wanted to grab a pizza at a local restaurant.
It was then that we discovered Bug's bare feet.
So what's a crazy Spaz family to do? Stop in at the Walmart and grab a pair of $1 flip flops? Just go home?
Nothing a little sharpie can't fix.
(It totally worked, too.)