Boots and Poop

Last Thursday we went to a horse show with some friends.

We just happen to get cowgirl boots as hand-me-downs and I really wanted Rylee to wear them. Horses...boots... just seems to go.  Turns out she had other plans as she completely threw a fit while I was trying to put them on.  So I gave up very reluctantly.

Then Steve sees these adorable boots and decides he wants Rylee to wear them Saturday morning on our outing. I warned him and he smuggly says... "we'll see."

So does she let her daddy?

Yes...and as a matter-a-fact, she very happily obliges!

That stinker. I didn't like her for a moment.  Actually, I was mad until she starts wobbling out in her boots that she's trying to figure out how to walk in and says.  "Pitty." (pretty) and then says, "Poop." (as she points to her boots.)

Yes.  She calls her boots, Poop.   And how could you do anything but smile at that point.