It isn't even opposite day

Yesterday was one of those days when the frustration factor was at 10. Don was working from home, so he was around, but he wasn't available for any parenting purposes. The boys had a babysitter the night before, and that always makes them full of beans. I had been bugging Don about how we really needed to start going to church on a regular basis, and at about an hour before the last Mass he reminded me that I should be getting everyone ready instead of sitting on the couch reading. Grrrrr. (I realize this makes him sound like kind of a bear. Nothing could be further from the truth, it was just one of those days that I was "in charge" so he could get some much needed work done).

About 25 minutes before we needed to walk out the door I told the boys to put their shoes on. I went about getting myself presentable and walked downstairs to get them in the car. Donnie was in the living room ready to go and playing a Lego Star Wars game.

Me: STEEEEVVIIIIIEEEEEEEE!
Stevie: (from the kitchen) Stevie's not here!

This is the usual response from him when he doesn't want to do what I have asked him. I walk into the kitchen and see two socked feet sticking out from the island. I immediately lose patience and switch into what the boys call my "big voice."

Me: Why didn't you put your shoes on?!

I ask this as I round the corner of the island. I see Stevie and his teddy bear on the floor. Both of them are tangled and tied up in kite string. Stevie is laughing at me.

Donnie: (calls from the living room) He told me he had been kidnapped, Mom, so I just left him there for you to find him.

Nice.