Every now and then, Anna and I will be upstairs putting away laundry or organizing and things will suddenly go very quiet. When this happens, I know exactly where she's at...
The Shoe Closet. She really has a thing for my shoes.
And she will manage her tiny 5T size feet into my tallest or heaviest, or most inappropriate pair of shoes and happily shuffle around in them (a little too well actually).
This ain't nothing. You should see her handle stilettos.
And then she will proceed to check herself out in them.
On this particular occasion she was having a very serious babble conversation with her mirror self.
You're not recording this are you mom?!
She says it's about time to go shopping for some new digs!
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