So as you know, we have a pooch named Riley- and he still behaves very much like a puppy. He does all sorts of things we wish he wouldn't, but perhaps nothing is as destructive than his shoe fetish. He eats Mommy's shoes, Mama's shoes (though not as much so Mama's cause let's be honest, she ALWAYS puts her shoes away. Big grin), and most recently, he nailed Emmy's very favorite black patent leather with bows, dressy dress shoes. She was completely devastated, and after crying the requisite amount of tears for a three year old, we explained how we would all have to be better about putting our shoes away, but it was ok, we would get her another pair of shoes. And actually, realizing that she is completely outgrowing all of her shoes at this point, Mama suggested maybe we could get her a couple pairs of shoes. So I asked her, would you rather have 2 or 3 pairs of new shoes? - just naturally assuming that she was old enough to understand that 3 is more than 2, and hence 3 would obviously be way better. But no. She looked at me a little distraught and declared she would only want 2 because, "Mama, I don't have 3 legs." LOL. So that's how Emmy came to understand the meaning of the word pair. ;)
