Emma has had a thing for trying on my clothes lately when I’m turned the other way. It cracks me up. This first one obviously isn’t my clothes, but last week when I was pulling out Christmas decorations, she tried on the Leg-lamp lamp shade.
Then there was my pants—a little backward, but I still give her points for effort.
This morning it was my socks—again points for effort.
Digging into the archives of the last few months, I was able to find her with my shoes.
Oh, I can’t forget my ear warmers.
I’m going to skip the picture of her with my bra… and feminine hygiene products. I’ll save those for teenage blackmail.
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