That's the sound I have been hearing nonstop since yesterday afternoon. Not someone tapping on the door, Reese tapping in her new tap shoes anywhere she can around the house. She starts dance next week, and I finally made it to Wichita to get her shoes. When I told her we were going to get dance shoes, I don't think she quite understood what I was talking about. And she still didn't understand even when she had them on because all she did was shake her booty. So I found some hard flooring in the store and showed her. Oh boy! Now these are dancin' shoes!
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