Why, I ask you... why, why, why?
Why must you take one shoe off each and every time we get into the car?
Why do you enjoy feeling the breeze between your toes on your right foot, while miss lefty over there sits hot and stifled?
It never fails.
October 29, 2009
Every.Single.Time.
Why, I ask you... why, why, why?
Why must you take one shoe off each and every time we get into the car?
Why do you enjoy feeling the breeze between your toes on your right foot, while miss lefty over there sits hot and stifled?
It never fails.
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Apparently they find it comical to watch us as we stand in the rain, frantically searching for the lost shoe.
I felt terrible earlier for taking K from the car earlier in the cold & rain with bare feet. I figured she'd probably end up colder & wetter if I stood there, found her discarded shoes & socks and fought to get them back on her frozen feet.
Go figure! Emerson does it EVERY TIME we get in the car. She now says "Funny Mama."
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