Purple Shoestring

The other day Kimmie was laying down, getting ready to go to sleep. She wanted her purple shoe string to fiddle with. I could not remember seeing her purple shoe string recently, but Daddy and I started tearing the house apart looking for it. We found one. Unfortunately it was not the right one. (Since Kimmie can tell the difference between two identical shoe strings that come out of the same package, and always chooses one and discards the other, we have a lot of orphan shoe strings.) We never did find the other one, the right one.

I kept wracking my brain trying to remember when I had last seen this shoe string. We had recently been on a trip to Florida and it did not go to Florida with us.

Kimmie seemed to forget about the purple shoe string, thankfully.

A few days later we were at church on a Wednesday evening. As we sat in the Bible study class I suddenly noticed that laying on the top of the heat register behind the pastor was a purple shoe string, all tied up and waiting for Kimmie.

We were surprised that it had not been thrown away, but, then again, Kimmie is kinda known for carrying around Brown Bear and her shoe strings.

--Mom