Scenario:

Crossing 30 feet of moving river to get to the island where the geocache was. Not crazy-fast but enough that footing was a little tricky jumping from rock-to-rock.

Agreeing to let G., my 9-year-old, wear flip flops.

Loosing a flip flop while crossing the river.

Crying, lots of crying, about how wonderful those 99 cent flip flops were.

Spending almost an hour looking around the island and the opposite river shore looking for said flip flop.

Meeting some interesting people, none of which had seen said flip flop.

Finding well-stocked geocache then enjoying our swim in the calm area of the river and forgetting about the flip flop.

Getting into the car then realizing we're leaving without said flip flop.

More crying.

Wishing I'd made G. wear the strap on sandals I asked her to originally.

Lesson to self: Don't wear flip flops in the river. Or better yet, ban flip flops in Almeida household.