Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Two Left Feet
Yesterday morning, my 10-year old daughter was running a bit late for school. Which is totally unbelievable considering she gets up 2 hours before we have to leave. Yeah, I don’t get it, either. What the heck is she doing in those 2 hours? I have no idea – and frankly, I don’t want to know. I’ve learned that sometimes it’s just better to stay out of the kids’ business.
Anyway, it was time to go and she didn’t have on her shoes or socks. So – I tell her to grab them and just put them on in the car while we’re driving.
We’re cruising down the road, and from the back seat, she suddenly shrieks, “Oh NOOOOOOO!”
I’m all freaked out up front, imagining the worst is going on in the backseat… horrible visions of mayhem running through my mind. What could possibly be causing this wail of despair coming from my daughter’s mouth?
“What?!!! What happened?! What’s wrong?!” I ask.
“My socks are the SAME!” she says in agony.
Okay – color me confused, because I always thought that was the goal – two socks that are the same. What am I missing here? I’ll bite.
“What do you mean, your ‘socks are the same’?” I said. “Aren’t they supposed to be?”
She cries, “No – they’re both for the same FOOT!!!!”
Huh? Did you know that apparently sock makers are making socks for the right foot and socks for the left foot? No? Me, neither. The things we learn from our children.
As parents, we have taught our children that they have to live with the consequences of their decisions, and so my poor daughter had to suffer the humiliation and indignity of wearing two left-footed socks all day at school. (???????)
I’m sure she’s scarred for life.