High-five coat

Okay, so the other day Aaron and I had the biggest laugh. Keelie's latest object of obsession is a ratty old torn up snow glove. She had me put it on her hand and she walked around saying, "High-five coat."

We would be just sitting at the table doing some ordinary thing like reading a blog and suddenly this ratty old glove would land in front of us and she would say again, "High-five coat." Standing at the sink doing the dishes, I would feel this pat on my bottom. Turning around I would see the torn up snow glove. "High-five coat."

We thought it was the funniest thing. So if you come to visit us sometime soon, don't forget your snow gloves so you can give Keelie a "high-five coat."