I went jogging with the kids this morning, our usual route around the lake. After playing at the lake for a few minutes (long enough for Noah to fall and scrape his OTHER knee) I loaded the kids back into the stroller for our jog home. Alex had her pretty pink crocs on when we left...but when we arrived home they were gone. Both of them (although I don't know what I would do with just one). I was not happy. I was also too tired to jog back to the lake and back home again, so I threw the kids into the van and we drove our route, scouring the sidewalks for a pair of little pink crocs. No luck! How could that happen? It only takes us 12 minutes to jog home from the lake, how could they have disappeared so fast? I kept telling Alex she was a naughty girl, but for some reason, no matter how stern I am when I say it, she thinks that's funny. When we got inside this was my conversation with my kids:
Alex: Show! Show!
Mom: Ok, mommy will turn on a show for my little naughty girl
Noah: And for her really nice, good, big brother!
So, no more pretty pink crocs for Alex...oh well, at least now I don't have to worry about her leg being amputated by an escalator : )