The Case of the Missing Shoe

The other morning, Elijah and I were about to head out the door to go to school. As I walked to where we keep our shoes, I noticed that only one of my shoes was where I'd left them.

"Elijah, where is my shoe?," I asked a little amused and also a bit frustrated. We really needed to get going and I didn't have time for a shoe hunt.

Little man acted like he had no idea what I was talking about at all. I started walking around the house, looking in his usual hiding places. Recently, he's taken to throwing things over the safety gates in our house, but my shoe was no where to be found. I was confused.

Elijah doesn't really intentionally hide things at this point, it's more a matter of him picking things up and placing them elsewhere. So, where in the world could it be?

I slid on some pink flip-flops and started to get Elijah's shoes on his feet. We didn't have time for a shoe hunt. It was time to go.

Then it dawned on me...


The washing machine! 

The day before I'd been teaching Elijah how to put laundry in the washing machine. It's not the first time I'd shown him how, but it was the first time he'd actually gotten some clothes in on his own. He loves to help me around the house so, so much.

Sure enough, the case of the missing shoe was solved.

A shoe in my washing machine totally made my day and gave me quite the laugh. We have a clever boy indeed.

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