Saturday is the day our daughter takes care of the 4 year old twins and their 8 year old big sister.
They stopped in this morning to say hello after picking up Gilligan who was going to town with them to run a couple of errands.
In the winter, the rules in our house are we take our boots off in the entry room (which is just inside the enclosed back porch -- too cold out there as it's unheated). The twins did this and then made their way into our living room where they started building a "fort" with the couch pillows, cushions and quilt.
Big sister stood in the kitchen (on the rug by the doorway) chatting with us four adults, not wanting to take off her jacket, snow pants, boots, etc. because they had to leave shortly.
Well, the happy voices and other fun sounds coming from the living room got the best of her so she headed across the kitchen toward the activity in the other room forgetting she still had her boots on.
She was stopped short of the doorway to the living room by Chicken Mama sternly saying, "Boots off!"
She immediately obeyed and we all laughed at the sight of her snow pants and boots that she shed rather quickly.
The sight made us think of the Wicked Witch of the West in The Wizard of Oz pitifully screeching, "I'm melting!"