Today, Ila and I we went to the store, one I've never shopped at before. Though I did go there a couple weeks ago to pick up santa suits for the run. (By the way, those suits were in tatters by the end of the race! Mine tore along the inseam before we even got in the car to drive to the race and had to be safety pinned.)
We lost Ila's shoes. If I'd been paying attention and not talking on the phone, I would have noticed Ila pulling off her shoes and dropping them in the middle of isle 3 (the one with the chocolate oranges, which are very important. Did you know that I had already checked 2 stores and they weren't there? I thought everyone had them...but no.)
Sadness followed, and a hasty goodbye to phone friend.
Then I ran back (with the cart) to where I suspected she had lost them. I looked everywhere we had gone, and finally made it back to isle 3 where I'd first discovered them missing. If I had only turned around and looked behind me, I would have seen them on the floor at the other end of the isle. But instead I got to run circles around the store. Oh well. At least I found them. They are Ila's only pair of shoes, after all. Though they are more "bootie"-like. I'm postponing buying real shoes until she starts walking.
By the way, David's least favorite christmas song is the one about the shoes. You know. The shoe song. Just so you know.