I brought bug's lovingly hand-knit slippers to my parents house to show them off. I admit that I am proud of finding a decent pattern on the internet, researching how to read and execute said pattern, then making modifications for size, THEN applying puffy paint for super awesome traction.
In a silly fashion, like a child with a project crafted at school, I've been showing them off to everyone who could spare a few moments to glance in my general direction. It was only natural that I show my mom, even though Bug had no need for them at grandma's house. Actually, it was only her feet that had no need of the slippers. Her toddler spirit had its way with them, as she threw them to the carpet repeatedly. They entertained her muchly with their matter-like observation of the law of gravity.
On the carpet, behind the coffee table... That's where they remained as we left the grandparents' house.
At least mom and I are planning an outing on Tuesday and I'll retrieve them then. In the mean time, she'll have to make do with socks. I'm sorry bug, your mother is occasionally a showoff, to your detriment.
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