If the shoe doesn't fit...

I got to the upstairs landing this morning just in time to find Ian, who was standing at the top of the stairs, oversee the process of one of Amy's fancy shoes tumbling down the stairs. I told him not to kick stuff.

He waid, "Daddy, I wasn't trying to kick it; I was trying to get it off."

"Off what?"

"Off my foot."

(April 9, 2009