A brief exchange with Margaret this evening:
Margaret: “Mom, you took off your shoes wrong.”
Me: “What?”
Margaret: “Yeah, they’re crooked.”
She proceeded to straighten my mis-aligned shoes and I started to wonder whether I should call in the obsessive-compulsive specialists or be glad to have a detail-oriented, conscientious child to counter all those around here who aren’t! Hmmmm.
God bless Margaret.
