"Where are you?" I asked in a sing song voice as I searched for my daughter throughout the house.
"Just a sec, mommy!" she answered, trying to suppress her giggles of delight.
As I walked towards the direction of her voice, my daughter sauntered out of my bedroom with hands on her hips, pink gloss on her lips and a sassy back and forth head bob.
"I want Hot Tamale shoes just like yours mommy!" she said as she sashayed her hips around and around wearing my sinfully delicious, cherry red, high heel shoes.
I am in for a whole heap of trouble with that saucy little thing.