I told him how much a new I.D. would cost and where to get one, but then I suggested that he wait a few days, at least, to make sure his was really lost. He sadly insisted that it was "somewhere" at home but that he couldn't find it. I went back to my desk to prepare for first hour.
Less than 30 seconds later, Junior exclaimed, "Wait! I think it's in my shoe!"
What? In his shoe?
"Yup; here it is," Junior confirmed, reaching inside his sneaker and revealing the plastic I.D. badge. "It was right here, in my shoe."
Of course it was.
Never a dull moment around here...