Smuggler's Boots

Imagine my surprise this week when I found out my youngest daughter is a well-known smuggler.

I was informed by daycare security experts that my 3-year-old daughter has been smuggling contraband into the building and under my nose. In recent weeks, she's been caught with unauthorized coins, a tube of lip gloss, some of her sister's jewelry and, on Tuesday, a small, red felt-tipped marker.

Maybe you're wondering how she got these objects past my watchful eye.

It turns out she hid the contraband in her red cowboy boots.

And to think, I was actually pleased when I'd hurry down the stairs in the morning and find her already wearing her boots, ready to go. What a big girl.

It was all a clever ruse. A calculated diversion.

Now, one more thing has been added to my already too-busy morning routine. A boot check.

I can't wait for sandals weather.