Abandon Shoe!

If there were an award for Mother of the Year I would not even be nominated. I am warning you before you continue to read this I am a horrible person. I must say however what reminded me of this event is my son, who all on his own told the story to the Director of his small charter school. (Principal to the rest of the world, but we are cool and hip and chic so we say "director") Anyway while standing at our weekly farmers market, (I told you we are cool) the Director told me she had spent some time with Ben that day and he had shared a delightful story. After he explained that he was some kind of "Poo magnet" and if there was dog poo anywhere on the playground he would find it with his shoe, he went on to tell her about a time we were all in the Bay Area. This particular time he speaks of, I thought would be something he would only re-live in therapy on a couch while hooked up to a Prozac I.V drip.
Apparently even my son can grow, move on, and see the humor in things. We had been down at Pier 39 enjoying the day and the sights and we were headed back to the car when my poor son managed to step in poo. Not just any poo, homeless people poo. When my husband announced this in a most disgusted voice, I had already reached the car. My curiosity peaked. How do you know it is homeless people poo? What makes it different from dog poo? Once on the sidewalk what really makes human poo look that much different from a really large dog....(sorry)
Well my husband pointed out that dogs don't for the most part, use toilet paper. This person, while forced to use the street as a toilet still felt the need to remain fresh.....so I am graphic in my description but it is only to perhaps help you understand how MY mind works and to explain what happened next....
We of course removed my son's shoes, they were NOT coming in the car with us, not even in the trunk....God only knows what kind of disease could be on poo that was on the sidewalk....so it was never really discussed, but abandon shoe we must.
For most people this would not be a problem, however spectrum kids, especially my kid tend to grow attached to things. This was the third pair of the exact kind of shoe. He LOVED these shoes.
Here is the part where you will start to think less of me....As we pulled the shoes off of my son and the realization hit him that the shoes would be staying there on the sidewalk, he began to cry. I for some reason began to laugh. Uncontrollably. (still chuckling as I write this) Not only did I laugh I leaned over and took a picture of said shoes all alone on the sidewalk. For a reason I can not explain, the two of them sitting there just cracked me up. My son sobbing in the back seat, my daughter glaring at me and my husband saying, 'What is wrong with you?" all just made my laughter worse.
Yeah that is a serious character flaw of mine.
I was really happy to hear that he told someone else about it, and was okay with it. It was a few years ago...he has had some time to heal. I still think my husband and daughter hate me for the incident. Perhaps over time they will heal too....