Until tonight.
She took them off the chest – like any other night – but instead of playing with them, she decided to sit down and try to put them on. So being the helpful father that I am (quiet you – yes you – you know exactly whom I am addressing) I proceeded to cram her size fours into what might be a three and a half.
Keep in mind that not only are these things too small, they are hard to walk in – AND MADE OF WOOD. (Even at this young age, she knows that the most fun shoes aren't always the most comfortable.) But she had a great time running around the house – making all kinds of noise on the hardwood floors. As a matter of fact – she was rather PO'd at me when I finally took them off of her.
I have a feeling that she inherited her mother's first love.
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I do believe you are correct, Mr. Rice.
And I seem to recall overhearing the following monologue from your Mrs. Rice:
"I take the, silver strappy sandals, to be my wedded shoes. And thee, black patent leather ankle straps. And thee, red velvet stilettos ..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCF3ywukQYA
Shoes!
Also might not be appropriate for the child. They do drop a couple F-bombs.
Eh - Kaylee can handle an F-bomb or two. It's the rest of the family I worry about. ;-)
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