So yesterday my poor son went to the beach with his uncle and grandma, and when they got back, I noticed his face looked like he’d been crying. so out of instinct, I look him up and down to see what’s the matter and when I look down, I notice one of his flip flops is missing. They were his favorite ones. He literally cried all evening until he fell asleep. This from a kid who’s fallen directly on his head on tile floor at 2 yrs old and barely cried.
Poor thing kept coming up with things to get his missing slipper back, like getting a submarine and looking for it. or he asked my why couldn’t God suck up the water so we can go find it. Then said he hoped that a shark didn’t eat it or bite it. He said tearfully, “I should’ve listened to you.” I said, “What do you mean?” He replied, “You always told me not to go in the water with my chanclas.”