Not In My Shoes, Please!

“Put your shoes on, K!” “Okay, Mommy!” Even without looking, the sound of little brown feet pitter patting against the hardwood floor let’s me know that she’s headed to the mountain of shoes I can never stop from accumulating by the front door. Daddy’s “mowing the lawn” sneakers, two or three pairs of Mommy’s sandals,… Continue reading Not In My Shoes, Please!