The kids have spent a good deal of time outdoors drawing with chalk while I work inside. A few minutes ago, I heard a clop-clop-clop that sounded just like the noise my heals make when the kids are wearing them.
Merika had just come inside, and Keagan was by my side, so the noise had to be coming from Nolyn. I peeked outside to find my four-year-old wearing my favorite red heels.
"What are you doing with my shoes on?" I queeried.
"They make good holes!" he answered, as he punched them into the grass.
At least they are made of material that wipes off well.