Once again on our way out the door we had to have a, "We don't wear boots to the beach when it is 85 degress outside," discussion. But J put them on anyways, unlocked the front door, told me bye-bye, shut the door, and headed out to the car. I guess someone got told.

I'm sure it doesn't help that our neighbor who is three and adored by Juliet gets to wear his firemen rainboots every single day. Clearly he has a nicer mom. I just can't give in on this one.