Girlie Things Girls Do

Remember being little and going through your mom's (or in my case, my hip grandma's) shoes?

If I set Taylor Rose down somewhere, she can somehow skoot along on her rear to wherever she wants to be.  I have a habit of setting her down in my closet while I am getting ready.  I caught her red-handed doing what I thought wouldn't start for at least another year.

It has begun.

Boo-yah.  BUSTED!!

What?  These shoes?

 Aw, Mom!  What's the big deal?

Yep, her toenails are chipped.  I need to paint them again.