My daughter isn't very organized. Her room always looks like a tornado went through it.
So today she had to go to dance class. My husband took her while I finished teaching violin lessons. When I was finished, I went up to the studio to pick her up. She didn't look very happy. I wondered what her problem could be.
"My feet hurt!" she complained as she walked out of the class.
"Why?" I asked.
"These shoes are too small!" she said.
"I just bought you new dance shoes. How could they be too small?"
"These aren't my shoes."
"I lost my shoe bag, so I had to borrow these. They're too small, and they are both different sizes. AND they are both left foot shoes."
"Well, no wonder your feet hurt!" I said.
"Mommy, what did you do with my shoe bag?"
I knew I'd be blamed for this somehow.
"Nothing. Let's go home and look in your closet when we get home."
Guess what. I looked in her closet and found her shoe bag. It was just on the wrong side.