Harry is still wearing the crocs two sizes too big — sort of. When they fall off his feet, he just keeps on keepin’ on, and pays them no mind. Shoes or barefoot — what’s the difference?
This morning when he was getting out of the car, Harry fell in the mud hole we euphemistically call the parking lot. He landed on his knees with his forearms and hands in the mud. He stood up crying, tears mixing with the mud on his cheeks and dripping off his chin. His mama brought him in the classroom and we cleaned him all up. Once he was washed and in clean clothes (every child has at least one set in the classroom) we realized his shoes were missing. Mom retrieved them from the mud and we rinsed them in the sink (gotta love plastic shoes) and left them to air dry.
Harry didn’t want to stay in school. He was all for calling this day over and heading back to bed, but within moments we’d cajoled him out of it and set him down with his phonics. After the phonics the kids all moved to the morning welcome center for calendar activities. During calendar activities, the speech therapist came in and took Harry, AnaLee and Maddy for their sessions. About 30 minutes later Ms. Alyce realized Harry’s shoes were still by the sink. About 20 minutes after that, the speech therapist brought the kids back.
They were 10 minutes late, and we were waiting to do our daily alphabet aerobics (a little stretching and movement, a lot of singing alphabet songs). Ms. Shirley said, “I’m sorry we’re late. Harry’s shoes are missing. We’ve searched my office completely and can’t find them. He doesn’t remember when he had them last.”
Ms. Alyce told her that Harry had left the room — and walked clear across campus (and back again) without his shoes. Ms. Jewls said, “Harry, when you left, why didn’t you tell us your shoes were missing?
Harry said, “Cuz I didn’t knowed.”
Ms. Alyce handed Harry his shoes. “Put them on,” she said. He complied. Ms. Jewls told him to run to join his classmates because it was time for alphabet aerobics. Harry turned and dashed to his exercise spot. His shoes stayed behind where he’d been standing. Ms. Jewls called, “Harry, where are your shoes?”
He grinned big, pointed toward his feet and said, “Right here, Ms. Jew —.” He looked down, then back up, his eyes round with shock. “They goned again!”
Hmmmm. The field trips tomorrow and Friday ought to be fun.