Missing Shoes

We couldn’t find a pair of Sophie’s shoes for a good week. Turns out Sophie had hidden them. In the kitchen. In a pot.

“Just think how happy you would be if you lost everything you have right now, and then got it back again.” —Frances Rodman

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Anonymous

The day I bought Sophie's Great Aunt Ellen a pair of shoes I couldn't find them after she went to bed. I looked under, in, through and over everything~~especially in the trash baskets. Later, when I checked on her I found them~~in bed with her.

Great Grandma G
Anonymous

We are always looking for Jason's shoes and he is four. If he is in a hurry…sometimes he will bring mismatched shoes (and sometimes mismatched shoes for the same foot!) and says that they will be fine. Kids….you gotta love em!

Aunt Chris

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