Last night Julia was toddling around in her mom's slippers, which she calls "flippers" and which she loves to wear despite the fact that they're twice the length of her feet. Inevitably, she falls down. Yesterday, when I heard her wipe out, I turned and saw, sticking out through the closet door, just her little toddler legs ending in the giant slippers and kicking wildly. Insulted by the fall, she yelled, "What ev'rybody do?"

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