My girl came in the other day and asked if she could write on the bottom of her boots with permanent marker. I said sure, sight unseen, because I’m brave like that.
She came back with her boots and said, “I wrote ‘Mama’ on the bottom of them like Woody has ‘Andy’ on his. Because I belong to you.”
And the only thing that could make that any sweeter is that she wrote it phonetically.
