It is time to retire Lynlee's Dancing Slippers. She has practically lived in these shoes since she discovered that they fit. They were a gift from Aunt Robyn last Christmas, but were too big.
And now they are too small.
And starting to fall apart.
And they stink.
No matter how much I spray them with Febreze.
And so, we bid them a fond farewell.
And I slipped them in the trash can when Lynlee wasn't looking.