Walking Backwards

There are some days when I feel that Nicholas has nothing in common with me. Today is one of those days. Those who know me well know I have a shoe problem. I always lose them. I can have my shoes off for five minutes and I'll be incapable of finding them. They'll turn up after a frantic search of the house; probably under the coffee table or behind the t.v. or some other random location that I couldn't remember putting my shoes in. Today, I began the frantic search to find the baby's shoes so we could go run errands (you see, now that I am responsible for Nico's shoes, they get lost as well). During my scouring of the living room I asked Nicholas to help mommy find his shoes. Well, he instantly ran into our bedroom and, as I entered the bedroom, he pointed to the top of the dresser. As you may have guessed, his shoes were placed on top of his dresser, just where they should be. I was excited but at the same time I felt a bit of embarrassment as my almost two year-old son has already bettered me in the shoe finding department.