Shoes

So it's an unusually beautiful day and I persuade Dash that riding his bike would be a good idea. We go outside. Stinkerbell decides she wants to come too. Dash gets his helmet on, tries to run over a grasshopper and takes off.

Stinkerbell comes out holding a pair of shoes, realizes she doesn't have her shorts on and heads back inside to get them.

Dash rides some more, wrecks once, gets back on.

Stinkerbell comes out, shorts in hand, and needs help putting them on. (still no shoes on) We put her shorts on...Dash is still riding...she goes out to the sidewalk and says she needs help with the shoes. We put the shoes on. They are pink summer sandals with velcro straps. We put them on; she tells me they don't feel right. (Dash is still riding his bike.) Of course they don't feel right, because I put them on the CORRECT feet. She messes with the straps a bit and then decides they might be ok.

Dash finishes riding his bike and comes up to the sidewalk to play hopscotch. While, Stinkerbell is telling me I drew the hopscotch wrong, Dash is picking a rock. Stinkerbell then decides the shoes don't feel right afterall; so she heads back inside to get another pair.

We've been outside for 15 minutes now and Stinkerbell still hasn't played or done anything other than debate the merit of her shoes. She comes back out with another pair and puts them on. She gets up to walk and then announces that she needs socks on with them. So she goes back inside. I suggest that she wear her Crocs, which she informs me hurt her feet. She goes inside and gets them anyway. She comes back out with them, tries them on and decides they don't hurt her feet anymore. She's finally ready to play.

They head to hopscotch and discover a bee...which is their cue to run inside yelling about the bee. Stinkerbell takes her shoes back off and finds a doll to play with inside.