We were trying to get out the door, and Arlo was one shoe short of a pair. In these situations, I wander aimlessly, often looking in ridiculous places so that perhaps I might heroically discover a missing mitten in the back of the freezer. It’s never worked. Lindsay always finds the missing item because her goal is to succeed, and mine is to be amazing.
I was searching the fireplace when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the shoe behind the ottoman. Lindsay had already searched this room to her satisfaction, so not only had I found the shoe, I’d also found it in a place she’d already looked.