Mrs. Yoy looking for a new balance
The pair was in a shoebox in Little E's room. These were going to be his fall shoes, even though I doubt he'll be walking by then.
I picked the box up, as it had suspiciously made its way into Big E's room. The box was a little on the light side. I opened it up. I'm pretty sure when I received the sneakers they were shipped in a pair. That's usually how it works. Today the right one was flying solo.
I brought the shoe box back to Little E's room and starting looking around for the missing sneaker. I asked Big E where the other shoe was. I went out on a limb here. I guess it could have been Little E, Mr. Yoy, or even maybe doggie Yoy, but I went with my gut.
Big E informed me it was in Little E's toy basket. I rummaged through it. Big E was lying.
Then I got all Law & Order on him. I grabbed a coffee, a cig, and my tough guy persona.
WHERE IS THE SHOE?! TELL ME OR YOU ARE GOING TO BED THIS INSTANT!
Big E ran in his room and returned with the missing shoe. I don't even want to know where it was, but at $45/pair, I'm locking those suckers up until Little E is ready to wear them.