This morning I observed my youngest son, Max, running through the house with his father’s shoes. He looked both ways, tossed them in the laundry room, closed the door and ran off. He made extra sure to close the laundry room door so that his father would not see his shoes in the laundry room. Max has been guilty of stashing his father’s shoes in the past. I guess it’s his way of making sure his father is around when Max gets back. Wouldn’t life be great if all we had to do was hide a person’s shoes to ensure they never went away?