Looks like I’m ending the year on a very “me” note:
I was at the grocery store making a last-minute run to gather provisions for our Big Night In (better than average wine and beer, and a variety of frozen appetizers). We were in the check-out line when a mom a lane over called out to me with a laugh, “I have a three-year-old, and I let him put his own shoes on, too.”
I look down at Jed’s feet swinging from the cart, and sure enough his shoes are on the wrong feet. Only it was I who put them there. Not wanting to make her feel bad — and not wanting to look like a total moron myself — I smiled the “kids will be kids” smile and gracefully backed toward the credit card kiosk.
Hope your 2012 starts off on the right foot… with the right shoe:)
Happy New Year!