Wolvertown

intermittent updates from chronic underachievers

Fickle Pickles

Anyone who has been around Lindsay for any period of time knows she is really into shoes. It’s often the first thing she requests in the morning – “nighty-nite off! shoes on!” is how that goes. I usually give in to this, she runs around for a minute in her shoes, then asks for “diffint shoes on?” A few days ago, after changing her shoes a few times, I said, “You’re so fickle.” Her reply? “Ohhh Pickles!”