Saturday morning breaks, and I awake to someone tickling my feet, another sitting in the doorway. It's 7:30 a.m., and they have waited long enough, according to them.
"Mom, we need to go buy some boots."
Off we go to buy some boots. As we leave the store, after some severe eye rolling at the pink boots for one and the fuzzy gold sparkle boots for the other and a serious attempt to convince at least one to fall in love with the black elf-ish zip-up boots, they start asking for candy, which gets a 'no' at this point.
"Mom, you never let us have anything! Can I wear my boots now?"
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