I smile and sit down as well, leaning against the side of the counter as I watch her look at him for a few seconds before trying to put the shoe in her mouth.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I flash a smile, shaking my head at her, and sigh. I wonder... are shoes really that appealing to babies? Do they taste good? I sniff the shoe before making a face and putting it in the closet. Oh gods... I don't even want to know anymore. That stuff smells.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside