It is a team effort in our house to get the kids ready for church each Sunday morning. Josh usually does the baths for all three, and then as they are done, he sends them out to me and I have their clothes ready and help them put them on if necessary.
Caleb generally does everything on his own as far as dressing himself. Sometimes he needs help with a button, but that's about it. Sarah needs help with tights and sometimes her dress, and obviously Gabriel is helpless when it comes to getting dressed! So after the clothing process is complete, Josh then will help with breakfast (usually a quick one of dry cereal or Ego's) and gets sippy cups of milk ready for each of them (yes, even Caleb because we let them take the cups in the van if they don't finish).
I sat out a pair of black shoes for Sarah next to the couch. I said, "Here are Sarah's shoes. If you get a second could you help her put them on?"
After everyone was put together and ready to head to church, we all walked out to the van, Gabriel in Josh's arms, and we were off to worship the Lord!
But when we arrived, and as we began to unload the kids, Josh said, "Where are Sarah's shoes?"
"I thought I asked you to put them on her?" I responded.
"Well, I didn't. I thought you put them on her before she walked out to the van," he continued.
So there we were. At church and no shoes for Sarah. "Just carry her to her classroom. It will be fine," I said as I tried not to be upset.
And it was fine. Not a big deal at all. The girls at church who teach her class thought it was funny. One of them even said the same had happened to her once.
But I'm pretty sure I'll be checking everyone's feet next time we are leaving for church!
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