It was such a gorgeous weekend, that we took advantage of it by playing outside as much as possible. Jedi didn’t want to come out at first, but he soon joined us in flip flops.
Which of course flew off as soon as he started swinging. First one…
… And then the other.
“Help! My shoes! Mom, get my shoes!”, he parlayed in such dramatic fashion.
I was sitting rather comfortably, however, enjoying the day and taking pictures. “Jedi, they’re right there. You can get your own shoes. The grass will feel good on your feet”
“No, I can’t! I might step on a bee. Hurry! Help! Before a bird steals my shoes!”
Then, when my initial response was to laugh before explaining that a bird will not steal his shoes because I can assure that a bird would much rather have a worm, he asked again, “Are you going to help me?”.
“No, your shoes are right there”, I replied again while still sitting, with camera in hand. “I will take pictures, though.”
“Is this going on your blog? Are you going to post that a bird stole my shoes?”
For the record, a bird did not steal his shoes.