My five year old came home with bags on her feet.

 
She was wearing boots over the bags but there were bags nonetheless. Two bags–one for each foot.

 
She told me she was having a hard time pulling her boots on at school so the teachers used a well-known Kindergarten-teacher-trick that’s been around since Birkenstocks with socks were no longer considered “acceptable” winter footwear. They put plastic, sandwich bags over her toes and her boots slide on without putting any more effort into the exercise than a five year old would want. In other words, like chocolate milk through a twisty-straw.

 
What everyone failed to realize was the five year old they were bagging wasn’t like other five year olds.

 
My child now refuses to leave the house without bagging her feet. Thank God for Costco and their 12000 pack of small bags.

 
At first it was cute and it really did take the struggle out of dragging damp boots over dry socks.

 
It only started to become “weird” last night at Chloe’s gymnastics practice when I realized she was going to take her boots off in public and out popped her bags.

 
People already thought I was strange for having shoved Chloe’s underwear into my computer bag after she changed into her leotard (where else was I going to put them, on my head?) but now plastic bags with zip lock tops manufactured to house sandwiches, not toes, were just laying there for all the gymnasts to see.

 
Chloe wandered down to the change room, one bag stuck to the heel of her now bare foot and I collected the other one and looked around the room. I did the only thing that made sense.

 
I took her underwear out of my computer bag and sealed them up in the bag.

 
When life gives you lemons.