Monday, March 26, 2012

Appropriate Sprinting Foot Gear

My middle kid is a fabulous 16!
And this is a story of one of my parenting failures.

When she was younger, Sierra had an affinity for playing guitar and a fondness for a pair of turquoise cowboy boots.

Picking her up from her lessons one day, I heard the car door open and the door shut. Therefore, assuming she had deposited herself in the car, I proceeded to drive off.

A few blocks later, I looked in the rear view mirror, and the poor kid was sprinting, as best she could, in high-heeled, pointy-toed boots attempting to gain ground before I turned onto the main street.
In mom-guilt measurements, closer to The Little Match Girl than Home Alone 2, Lost in New York, the kid hopped in, rolled her eyes.
There was a barrage of harassment for several years later.

Are you sure you aren't forgetting something?
Want me to check?
Should we call everyone just to be sure?
Well at least they are sarcastic and the incident can serve as a cautionary tale . . .

Choose appropriate sprinting foot gear if there is a chance your mother will mistakenly abandon you.

#Sierra #Music #Sarcastic #ParentFail 

Montana, my oldest, marching band and the bass drum. Too Easy

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