|Starting to come to the sad sad realization that this is NOT my package|
|Cassie seems interested though so I press on|
|Smells new momma....what did you get this time?!?|
|These are clearly not your size. You have opened Daddy's package! You are a bad bad person. Shame!|
|They may not be my size but they're definitely my color!|
I've learned a valuable lesson today. It turns out, not all shoe boxes that show up at my front door belong to me. I'm going to go cry in my imported beer now.