Mommy told me the following story about your disagreement on shoe choice for the day:
Mommy told you it was time to go and tried to put a pair of shoes on you. You shook your upper torso (as you’re wont to do) and walked balk to your room. You came back a couple of minutes later with one of your pink chucks. Mommy tried to put the shoe on you, but they were too small. You walked back to your room (one shoe still on your foot … well as much as a shoe that is way too small can be on a foot) and came back with a compromise shoe. All was well with the world, but leaving took a little longer.
