Allegra was asked to take the garbage out today. Look close at her choice of footwear. Those are my rockin’ Vegas shoes (I bought them right before my trip to Vegas last January with Emily and to meet Cindy for the first time.)
I’m not sure what disturbs me more; seeing my daughter in high heels or the fact that she nearly fits in my shoes. For some reason I’m feeling a little protective of the contents of my closet right now.