Cinderella

Last night we had church. After we gathered the kids we head out. Christina gets in the car and Allen buckles her up. He has his own car because he came straight from work. I leave with the kids. I get about 4 miles from the church and Christina informs me she only has one shoe.

Me:"Honey where is your other shoe?"

Her: At church

Me: Why?

Her: It fell off when I got in the car.

Me: Why didn't you tell daddy?
Her: I don't know

I pull over and check to make sure that it really was not in the car (maybe it fill off and went to the floor board), but no. So I call my husband and no answer. I guess he turned off the cell phone during church and had not turned it back on.

I turn around and go back to the church Allen is still standing outside talking. He didn't have the shoe but someone else came running up and told me they found her shoe and put it in the church office. She ran into get it but said it was locked up.

Christina start to cry, not just pout and fuss but more of a how can I go on without my shoe cry. So I get Allen to watch the kids. I go into the church. They were haveing worship band practice so I should be able to get the key from the music director for the office (thankfully she is a good friend and would understand).

I stop at the office the door is closed I check the knob and its open. Yeah no interupting band practice.

I get the shoe and give it to her. I warn her that is the last Cinderella moment we can have or she looses the shoe.

This is a child that has so many pairs of shoes she probablly won't wear these again for a week. Oh well she has to have options.