Pretty Ass Shoes

My two younger children have a knack for annoying each other beyond belief. We like to assume that when we all laying on the beach all day that life should be pretty perfect. Our jobs are managing themselves, our children are angels, and nothing should go wrong the whole time we taking on the difficult role of beach bums. My sweet little children always seem to bring serenity to a screeching halt. When we were in our condo for lunch Cade and Grace (the infamous younger children) decided to start a large scale war. They were yelling and screaming and hitting each other with anything they could get their hands on. My husband and I did what we could to make them calm down and eventually they ended up sitting on different couches in the living room. And peace was restored to our perfect vacation...until my sweet, little princess marched out onto the balcony with a pair of shoes and turned to look at her brother with an evil smirk and dropped the shoes over the railing. Cade laughed his crazy little laugh and said to his sister, "now your pretty ass shoes are gone!" He continued to laugh for several seconds until her realized that she was sitting on the floor putting her "pretty ass shoes" on while his favorite pair of Crocs were laying in the sand eleven floors down.