I wondered the other day how this happens. I know how now. You don't pay attention when you stick your feet under your desk where your shoes are. Then you get the kids out the door and in the car talking the whole time. Then you sit in the middle of a funeral Rosary, look down during the prayers and realize that this happened.
Then you spend the next 15 minutes trying not to lose it at your own stupidity. (Which to my credit, these are both ballet flats.) Silently laughing behind your hair with tears streaming down your face.
The boy sums it up exactly when saying what others would say about my Pippi Longstocking style choice, "Oh, well, it's Jen."