Mouse has developed an obsession with Crocs. Because of an earlier trip to the beach, all of us acquired the ubiquitous squishy shoes. Knockoffs for the parents, originals for the kids. Now that pool season is in full swing, the Crocs are back out of storage and on the shoe shelf. And every time mouse sees them, she has to put hers on. On the wrong feet. This is no mistake; if I put them on the right feet for her she kicks and yells and yanks them off and puts them back on her way. Then, she gathers up another pair of Crocs, stumps around the house to find the owner, and hectors them until the shoes are on. This includes grabbing your existing footwear and yanking it off, then picking up each foot and jamming the Croc on. If you don't go along with this forced shodding, she complains, loudly, until you comply. Mission accomplished, she returns to the shoe pile for the next pair of Crocs and repeats the process until the house looks like the set for a commercial.
I'm thinking of hiring her out as an enforcer for the company. Goodness knows she intimidates the heck out of us.
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