For those who don’t follow me on the Twitter, I thought you’d appreciate a picture of Anna’s wardrobe choice yesterday.
She thought a swimsuit cover-up accented with fluffy, pink heels would really make a statement while running errands with Mom and brother. I stood my ground. She changed into something a bit more presentable. With the fluffy, pink heels, of course. And, by the way, the basket of laundry is still strategically positioned right where you see it. Strategic in that I can say, “These clothes are clean, kids. Pick out something to wear.”
I’m gettin’ to it. Mkay? The important lesson here is to next time allow the cover-up and ban the shoes.
That I heard clippity clapping down every store aisle.
Her amusement knows no boundaries. She later requested that I close my eyes while driving, so she could tell me where to go. I didn’t, Dad. We made it safely home with my eyes mostly open. I’m a recoverin’ still, ya know.
I had to stay awake long enough to go to Parent Orientation at the kids’ school. I was beyond thrilled to see that John Henry’s Kindergarten teacher moved up to first grade, and he will have her again. And, I was reluctant in disclosing some of Anna’s more adventurous traits to her pre-school teacher. I felt ignorance was truly bliss in that matter. Don’t you agree?
Let’s just hope she’s never read this blog.