Not a very good picture, eh? Well, let me explain.
Fresh off of some Nacho Libre, the boys decided to wrestle
to the death to the pain for our heavenly father on the couch. The baby decided that she was going to get those goddamn shoes buckled or so help her god she'd never rest again. Also on the couch. As you can see, there's not a ton of space separating them. As you can also see, 3of3 was completely unfazed by the shenanigans to her right. She just kept right on with the buckling. And then the funniest thing that has ever happened ever, happened. One of those smelly, big brother feet came into her dance space. She didn't look up, she didn't budge an inch. She simply, with all her little ninja skills, grabbed the foot, shoved it back into it's allotted space, and said, "Please. Shoes."
A few minutes later, an arm came in her path. Again, no looks, no nothing. Just a shove and a "Please. Shoes."
Again, later. A butt this time. No reaction but a push and "Please. Shoes.
A few minutes later the better part of a brother came at her. This time she looked up. She took both arms, slammed them into the back of the brother, shoved as hard as she could and said, "DON'T. Please. Shoes!"
The girl likes shoes. What can I say?