Friday, February 10, 2012
How we know she's related to me
She may not be my daughter by birth, but our feet tell the true story.
Yes, there's still snow on the ground in places.
It was about 40 degrees.
Those are her nice warm wool socks in the pot.
This scene was preceded by her saying "don't look, Mama" and ended soon after when she decided that, alas, it's still too cold for bare feet.