Yeah.
So.
The other day I'm sitting in my kitchen cleaning up someone's mess that was not my own, because that is all I seem to be doing this summer, and Emily struts her stuff into the room. I could hear the annoying clatter that came from the shoes she was wearing. Ya know, the ones she has been forbidden to play in. The same ones that I haven't had on my feet in eight years and have no intention of ever wearing ... but that is beside the point.
The point is that obviously my children have a listening problem. However, we've all known that for quite a while now, haven't we? So I should just get over it already.
Anyway ... once the loud banging came to a halt ... I turned to scold her for getting into my closet again and order her to go put the shoes back and fetch some that were in her dress up bin. I wasn't quick enough though, because she spoke first.
"Look Mom!" she said to me in a tone that told me she was mighty proud of herself. "I got all dressed and I look just like a lawyer, don't I?"
Ummmm ... okay.
Define lawyer.
