Storage

Today as Sybil and I were walking, I noticed her bend over a few times, stand up, then pop something into her mouth.

She had stashed fruit snacks in her shoes. 

No socks. 

Sisters' shoes offer abundant storage.
Yesterday it was at least 10 crayons per shoe. She threw such a fit when I emptied one shoe, that I didn't even try the second one.

And she's convinced that putting underwear over her diaper is as good as shorts.

Maybe I shouldn't let her leave the house like this.
Or

Maybe I should.