The other night I came home late, everyone was asleep. As I always do I checked on all the kids, adjusted covers, administered kiss or two, etc. The other day as I was doing this I chuckled and noticed Netta was wearing sandals. I took them off as she was sleeping and never looked back. But the next morning I was admonished by Netta's gentle 3-year-old self. And tonight, about a week later as I'm working late, this email arrives from Jessica:
"Netta is sleeping in her sandals and she specifically asked me to make sure you do not take them off."