B and small K decided to raid Mommy's shoe closet this morning. Small K had a pair of sparkly red high heels on from Auntie M's (say it with me now: I just want to go home...) wedding. She must not have liked them because they were off by the time I got the camera out. B, however; was just lighting up in a pair of knee boots. He really wanted lots of pictures of him jumping up and down. Despite the fact that his head and body were really shaking, the boots never left the ground. He looked a little like the blade end of a jig-saw. What a hoot, as his Mommy would say.
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