Playing outside.

Clay has learned something new. When he wants to go outside, he finds his shoes and brings them to you with this sweet little expectant look on his face. Then, if you just sit there (because you're still sweaty and exhausted from the LAST time you took him outside), he goes and finds YOUR shoes and brings them to you. The look he has on his face at this point is less sweet and expectant and more irritated, as if to say, "Lady, did you not get the memo? We are going OUTSIDE. Get the lead out."

I have taken to hiding the shoes on occasion.

It's going to be a loooong fall.