Ella has a preoccupation with shoes which I put sole blame for with my wife, Michellda Marcos. Lately, Ella insists on wearing whomever’s shoes have been left by the front door and looping around the room in them. Here she is in Michelle’s clogs.
Nice save near the end, huh? Shortly after this, she tried the same in my shoes, which is just absurd. She looked kind of like a nordic ski jumper, and moved with the graces of one… walking around the living room.
I like how Barley thinks he’s getting some attention, but then he puts his head down, resigned, thinking, “There’s that damn toddler again. It’s not like I don’t know tricks too.”