As the mom of boys, there are just times when I just shake my head.
There are times when I know I should investigate a situation fully, but I really just don’t know that I want the answers.
It was time for Grant’s JiuJitsu class and he was getting dressed and ready to go. Normally he slips on his flip flops along with his gi, but today he came walking out with lace up shoes. This makes little sense, since he has to remove his shoes to step onto the mat at the JiuJitsu place.
Me: “Why aren’t you just wearing flip flops?”
Grant: “Only one of them is here.
Me: “What do you mean?”
Grant: “My other flip flop is on the neighbor’s roof.”