Me: Hello?
Thomas: Mommy?
Me: Yes honey. What is it?
Thomas: Um. The back of my shoe is stinging my heel.
Me: What?!?
Thomas: The back of my shoe is stinging my heel.
Me: I heard you honey. What do you want me to do?
Thomas: I need you to bring me new shoes.
Okay. Let me get this straight. My son called me--from school--to tell me (in his own words) that he had a blister on his heel and I needed to bring him new shoes.
Me: Thomas, I'm not bringing you new shoes.
Thomas: But Mommy, my heel hurts.
Me: Thomas, I'm not home right now. You need to go to the nurse and get a bandaid, okay?
Thomas: Okay.
So, I giggled all day to myself thinking about this situation, and his teacher. When he called me, I can only imagine that she had been watching him limp and listening to over two hours of his complaining. Anxiously, I waited for the bus to come home so I could see this blister, and why the shoe was bothering him so much...
Oh, Y'all. How could Thomas have thought the problem was with his shoe? Mortification set in. Oh, hi. Have you met my son--the orphan? Oliver Twist? I can see it now. The whispers. The giggles. See her? She's the one who sends her son to school dressed like an orphan.
A good mother would have known--when she folded the laundry--that her son had holes the size of silver dollars in his socks. She would never let her son play outside in socks so that they wouldn't get worn out. And, even so, she would for sure know how to darn a sock, for pete's sake.
**disclaimer** For all the mimis and nanas out there~the child does not need new socks. He has plenty in his drawer (when he remembers to throw them down the laundry chute, but that's a whole n'other story for a whole n'other day).
5 comments:
This cracked me up. BOYS! My dear, sweet, generally well-dressed husband would completely wear a sock like that and then be like "what?" when I asked him what the heck he was wearing. I am appalled by the things that come through the wash at our house, and have begun tossing out t-shirts, socks and boxers as I see fit. I'm afraid this holey clothing problem is gender specific, possibly incurable...and in no way your fault!
HILARIOUS! I love the Oliver Twist reference.
That quite literally made me laugh out loud. So funny. At least he wasn't barefoot. :)
made me laugh :)
I love this story. I especially loved that I got to hear you tell it in person. :) And I also got a kick out of the "how to darn a sock" video. I too am appalled at the socks that the males in my house wear (and don't want to part with). However, I must admit that I've handed them holey socks myself on mornings when there are no others to be found (although not as bad as Thomas's, I'm afraid). There's nothing worse than frantically looking for socks and/or shoes when you're already running late in the morning.
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