Biz tried to teach us how to beat box. One lesson revolved around saying "boots cats" over an over again. For whatever reason, this became little A's nick name. I was reminded today how fitting that was as I brought out her winter boots. Today, she was not as impressed with them (they are a little small) as she was last season.
One sight of those little pink stompers made me think of her tiny self crawling/walking over to the boots to put them on and walk around. She would wear any boot she could find. She would put them around and stomp around (much to her nana's dismay). They were so tall that they almost went up to her knee. They were heavy for her little 16 month old self. She would walk/straight leg march around the house.
I can't recreate it for you. It was cute. It is cute. Little boots cats.
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