I decided I need to post a photo of the one and only box I did not examine. For anyone who has not read today’s prior post, you need to read that first. Okay, are we on the same page now? Alrighty, this is the box:
Is it any wonder I didn’t think to look in there for his passport?
I also learned this evening from Theresa that the only reason he found the passport in that box is because, in his frustration, he began taking shoes out of that box and throwing them against the wall.
See, it just goes to show that everything happens for a reason, even if the “everything happening” is pitching a hissy fit that involves throwing shoes! And to be honest, if a cruise was hanging in the balance? I’d throw shoes, too. But not the ones with the gray tongue and the bungee-cord-laces with the toggle closure, cause those are really cool and I wouldn’t want to risk huring them
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I hate when things happen like that. Why do kids wait until the last minute to see if they can find important things that they are going to need?