Mother's Day - Part 3

My wife was going outside this morning to show her mother her new flowers. Troy saw her head out, and he wanted to go too. He was crying at the back door, trying to turn the handle, getting more agitated with each second that it refused to turn. I told him that he couldn’t go outside because he didn’t have any shoes on. He stopped to consider my statement for a few seconds, and then he disappeared. The next thing I know, he’s standing at the back door again with one shoe on, and his foot sliding into the other one! I didn’t even know he knew how to put his shoes on yet, and he got them on the correct foot! He never ceases to amaze me. So, I velcroed his shoes for him, opened the door, and off he went...without pants. Oh well, I didn’t stipulate that he needed pants, so I couldn’t insist upon it.