She was suppose to be ready for bed. We were getting her sippy and medicine ready and she disappeared. There was a couple of minutes of silence and we knew she was up to something, we just didn't know what. Then we hear it, CLOMP, CLOMP, CLOMP. Around the corner peaks this dimpled darling, ready for bed with a twist. Her sisters pink cowgirl boots on the wrong feet, were just the thing to take this budding fashionista to the land of Z.
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