i don't know what to name this post

either the apple doesn't fall from the tree or we haven't grown up as much as we thought or hypocrites

so we're at the beach.  we tell jackson to go put on his flip flops and he can't find them.  we look all over then grandma asked if he remembered to get the from the pool.  we begin to rail jackson for not being responsible.  you have to keep up with your things.  pay attention. your shoes might be gone buddy.  etc. etc. jackson goes into hysterics.  we thought a good sense of fear of losing something you love is good for him.  we'll let him suffer until we get down there to look for them.  good ole' papa walks him down to the pool then to look in the lost and found to find his flip flops.  he comes back in wearing them.

then papa says, "i also found a set of beach chairs that look suspiciously like ours down there."

we glance at each other, then to where we should have put them when we got back to the condo, and then realize they were indeed brent's parents chairs, that we borrowed, and left at the pool, with jackson's sandals.

it burned.