is like dressing a squirrel . . .
flipping
and
flopping
and flooping
all around. A jumpy, crazy, darth-vader speaking squirrel.
And then shoes. . .
Left foot.
No right foot.
Left foot.
Last time foot.
Now right foot.
Last time foot. (giggling)
All while Max is eating my hair while I'm bent down.
Joyous adventures in motherhood.
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