trial run - fail

That sweet guilty face almost breaks my heart...almost.

Oliver is a really good boy. He listens well, we almost never have to tell him "no" twice, and he has never, never, never turned our shoes into his chew toys. Until today.

I accept part of the blame as I usually take him with me to pick Ezra up from school on Tuesdays. But today I had a few other stops to make, so I used it as an opportunity to leave Oliver out and see how he handled himself.

I only wish he would have gone after one pair rather than one each from two different pairs.