ThreeHanded

It is raining here. Sometimes hailing. There was what the locals called a tornado warning, while all the midwestern transplants scoffed and called it a watch. The weather is, all told, nasty. This complicates school, since Opal needs a rain coat, and rain boots, and shoes. Normally the only thing she takes to school is her lunch, so she just carries it, but there's a high risk in sending a small child to carry two shoes and a lunch box any distance, particularly in a downpour. Therefore, yesterday morning, I sent her with a bag, containing her lunch and her shoes.

After school, she reappeared, carrying her shoes in one hand, and her lunch in the other. "Could you carry these for me?" she asked, handing me her shoes. "Why didn't you bring the bag?" I replied, in some annoyance. She looked at me, spread out her arms, and demanded "Do I look like I have three hands?" "But you put the shoes and the lunch IN the bag, and then you don't need any hands at all!" She regarded me, perplexed, until interrupted by another child inquiring about her dog raincoat. (Yes, I did say she had a cheetah raincoat before. She has two raincoats, both with ears. The cheetah one is better, a proper raincoat, and the dalmatian is the emergency backup.)