"We'll find it tomorrow," I said when Genesis told me she had lost her shoe in the backseat of our Ford Edge. It was a Friday afternoon and I was tired. I just wanted to get everyone OUT of the car and INTO to house so I could finally relax. All three of us exited the car and I totally forgot about said shoe until Monday morning. The following Monday, Genesis picked out another pair of shoes and we ran out the door like we do most mornings. She casually mentioned the shoe again which prompted me to look around the floorboards and under the seat. No shoe. That's OK, I thought. We needed to get to school. I would look again that afternoon. I started looking for the shoe that afternoon. Where is that stupid, blue shoe? At this point, I started sweating as I'm peeling layers of artwork, markers and discarded snack bags. I'm also starting to doubt and question my parenting skills. "Did I let my daughter into the car with one shoe?" No, surely not me. ...