On the road, traffic hurriedly moving for a high-pressured work day, one blue shoe rested. It looked to be a new one, about a child’s size 8, upright and proud. Who threw it out the window, I wondered? Who throws anything out the window?
Children. My children. I recalled the time when one of mine threw a toy out the window, assuming I would have to turn around and retrieve it. The first of many “buck up” lessons, of course. I did no such thing. I don’t remember what the toy was. I endured the pleas to retrieve it. “Endured” and “ignored” are the same in parent-speak.
Many times I have seen the result of sibling rivalry laid bare on the highway for all to see. I felt bad for the lone blue shoe, missing its partner.
Which kid??? 😉
I’ll never tell!