When I was younger I had a habit of losing one shoe. It drove my parents bonkers. I have an old memory of riding in the back seat of the family car on the way to see my Grandfather. I took off one of my shoes and tossed it out the window when my parents weren't paying attention. When we got there my Mother could not figure out what had happened to my one shoe. I told it had flown away.
I also remember sitting on a pier and kicking one of my shoes into the ocean. Then I ran back to my parents crying. "I lost a shoe. I lost a shoe."
My Mom and Dad just looked at each and rolled their eyes. Then Mom turned to me and said, "Not again."
"It just flew off!" I implored
Mom didn't believe me.
Do you ever have trouble with your shoes flying off? Do you love me?