We were visiting some friends this afternoon, and it was time to head back to our house. I got Kira in her coat and boots and turned my attention to Max. I turned around and Kira was out of her boots and in the sneakers of our five year old neighbor.
Off with the sneakers, on with the boots.
I gather up my hat and gloves, turn around...and find her once again in the sneakers.
Off with the sneakers, on with the boots.
I finally have everything together and we're ready to head out the door and KIRA WOULD YOU STOP PUTTING ON THOSE SNEAKERS! Seriously, you're like some sort of pseudo-Houdini whose only trick is escaping from boots in the blink of an eye. No, look, stop that; please stop trying to take off one boot while I'm putting the other one on.
We did finally make it home.
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