Oh so inhumane. Before my coffee at a ghastly morning hour, (Anything before noon qualifies as ghastly.) and still not yet fully recovered from prying my oldest out of bed & shoving her patooty out the door to barely grace the school bus driver with her omnipotent high school presence. We have Autumn. And guess what Autumn cannot find? Oh why, that would be her shoes, again, as usual. Keep in mind she has puma's and nike's and slip~ons and sketchers, but will she wear them? Just one day please for your traumatized mother? Emphatic "NO" bellows out of her mouth. The clock is ticking, the bus is coming, the 11 year old is blaming mysterious forces for ONCE AGAIN moving her shoes to a place unbeknownst to anyone in the universe. Beat up faded black high top converse with stars. Worn sole, frayed fabric, & on their 3rd pair of laces. Secretly I sort of hope they remain un~found. They should be put out of their misery instead of put over clean socks. I tried to get the dog to chew them, but I think they scared her. "Where were you when you took them off?" and a reply of "Definitely in the family room by the couch, I am absolutely sure!". We found the star stamped sneakers in her room, under the clothes she took off before going to bed. With 3 minutes to catch a bus that is 5 minutes away, Autumn flies out the door wiping her frustrated tears, shoes untied and backpack clutched in her arms. She must have caught the bus, because she didn't come home in need of a ride to school. Magic high tops not only have the power of invisibility but must make you run very very superkid fast.