The Glove

Poor kiddo lost her glove today.  I wanted to get her gloves out of the social worker's office, but I couldn't find any.  Lots of underpanties and socks, but no gloves.  What the hey? This firstie-girl feared her mom may have mixed feelings about the missing glove. We searched, but in the end, there was nothing to do, but send her out in the cold with her little hand stuck into her coat pocket. Later a little kinder had spilled spaghetti sauce all over his nice white polo.  His teacher asked me to help him get a new shirt at the social worker's office and that I ask someone to launder the polo.  I didn't even know we had laundry services.  The dryer's broken today come to find out, so the kid was stuck with a black tshirt, that he desired to wear with his polo collar smartly displayed outside of the tshirt collar.  Do you get the look I'm going for with this description?  Anyway, I wish I had the magic power of replacing lost or soiled garments, in a small amount of time.  That would be pretty neat.  And even useful.