Sammy,” I yelled downstairs to my 8-year-old son, “go get Sarah’s boot for me. It’s in the car.” We were running late.
A minute later he dashed up the stairs. “Mom, I can’t find it.”
Oh brother, I thought, how come no one else in this family can find anything? I knew that boot was in the car. Sarah had been wearing her snow boots when we went out last night.