Yesterday’s post had just been put to bed when the phone rang. Caller I.D. indicated it was The Tortoise’s school.
“Mom!” she said, “I’m so glad you’re home.”
“Is everything okay?” I asked concerned.
“Here…Shel needs to talk to you right away. It’s an emergency.”
Shel is a very sweet friend of my daughter’s. Her dad and step-mom work full-time and her mom lives out-of-state. However, I was under the impression she had a grandparent nearby. Hopefully this was an emergency I could handle.
“Mrs. W, “she said sheepishly, “My flip-flop busted and no one can bring me new shoes.”
“Oh?” I said surprised, “What size shoes are you?”
“I’m a 9.”
“No problem, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”
As Shel was hanging up the phone I heard her say to my daughter, “Wow. You were right. Your mom can fix anything.”
No one in our house wears a size 9, so a quick trip to Old Navy was in order. Gotta love their $3.50 wall of flip-flops. Old Navy was on the way to the school, anyway, so it was an easy choice. When I approached the glass doors, both girls came running out to greet me.
“You are the most awesome!” Shel said flinging her arms around me, “Thank you!”
The Tortoise stood their grinning. I guess I’m not the meanest mom in the world anymore.
At least not today.