sigh. I will now eat my words, apologize humbly to osewalrus and beckyfeld as I tell the following (short) tale:
So Seth took Julian over to Harold's around 7:40 this morning (it's H's day to drive carpool). At 7:56, Harold called me on my cell (I'm at work) to tell me that Julian has lost a shoe. Just one.
How the *%$# did he manage THAT?