Yesterday, when we went to pick up the little round-headed kid at Diana's, we learned that he had spent the better part of the afternoon under a blanket kissing a girl. They're 4. The husband immediately goes into that boy routine with the fist pumping and the lip biting, whilst I sank onto the porch swing and tried not to cry.
I will always shoe shop alone.
Speaking of, aren't these cute:

The remind me of the Bugs Bunny cartoon with the bull who swallows a gun and shoots bullets from his horns. If ladies wearing these Lagerfelds stamp their heels, will their bullet bras have deadly aim?
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