October 27, 2009

We have a rule that no shoes are worn in the house.  Actually, this is my rule, and I make everyone follow it.  Sometimes, I have to admit, it's annoying, like when I get in the car and realize I left something inside and in order to get it I would have to take off my shoes.  (A normal person would, of course, just run in and get whatever they needed, without bothering about the shoes.  I am not a normal person, however.)  My sneakers aren't a big deal; I can just slip them off and then back on.  But my boots are more of a pain...they take a little longer and when I'm already running late, well...you know.

So, we were in the car and I realized I had left my phone inside.  I was debating with myself whether or not to go and get it.  I had my boots on.  I sighed and said something like,"My phone is inside, but it takes a hundred years to put my boots on..."

Michaela said from the back seat,"You've put them on 100 times and you haven't even lived 40 years."

I suppose I was being a bit dramatic.