I hid her broken crocs one night

the next morning I got this voice mail from her (and her babysitter).  She had her sneakers on already FYI ...

"momma, I don't know where they are.  Like, where are they?  I put them somewhere like they're just lost liek bye!  great! it's like there it is, right?  but where my croc's are, I don't even see them like I think Zeppelin at them.  Yeah, it's like any time my shoes are here now wehre could they be.  If i didn't do anything. I tidn't throw them around the house so um I don't know wehre they are.  but you can tell me where my crocs are ok?  this is a text message.  love you mom, bye.