This morning, I have been threading a shoelace through a shoe.
It all began when the dog chewed a significant length of the shoelace. The shoelace was too long anyway. But still.
The shoelaces are not old, but in the shoes of a boy who has fallen in love with soccer, they have fallen into a state of disrepair which, in combination with the efforts of the dog, left them difficult to lace.
I had to use a darning needle, a fork, and a well-time lashing of the mister’s patient follow-through.
But the shoelaces are now much easier to tie, and also do not need a triple knot to keep them almost not long enough to trip over a soccer-playing boy.