These boots were made for walkin'

Well, we had a crisis in the Roylance household this morning. Anna could not find her boots! Meltdown central. "MY BOO!" MY BOO!" Thank goodness for mom! I opened the closet door and behold the precious pink boots were exactly where they should have been. Heaven forbid we actually get dressed. In this first picture, I don't know if you can see her tear stained face and red nose. But trust me, it was there! Once she gets her boots on, she runs laps around the kitchen. Click-clack. Click-clack. Click-clack. Happy dancing feet in the third picture. :-)