Thursday, July 7, 2011

Oosh

I think it is somehow ingrained in the DNA. I have my third lover of Oosh.

All three girls have used this particular sounding word to mean Shoes.

And Avery started the day with an arm flapping tantrum... screaming OOSH... when I removed her from the shoe closet--where she had been busy tossing every shoe out into the entry way--so that we could have breakfast.

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