Under Gavin’s Bed

Let me set the scene:

Fifteen minutes before we need to leave for church and I have yet to put my makeup on and still need to get one child dressed for church.  Ben comes into my room fully dressed, except for shoes.

“Mom, I can’t find my brown shoes.”

“Did you look under Gavin’s bed?”

“No.”

He leaves as I am applying my mascara.  A minute or two later he’s back in my room with only one shoe on.

“Mom, I cannot find my other brown shoe.”

“Where did you find that one?”

“Under Gavin’s bed.”

“Well, I would be willing to bet that the other one is there too, you just didn’t look hard enough and gave up before you found the other one.”

I continue getting ready and we all chaotically head out the door and pile in the van.  We go to church with me subconsciously knowing my child has two shoes on, but I do not really think about it until the middle of the preist’s homily.  I lean over and whisper to him,

“Where did you find your other shoe?”

“Under Gavin’s bed.”