Biscuit whines, undoubtedly frustrated that his extra-tall mother and the kibbled-filled Tupperware on the kitchen counter exceeds his corgi reach.

“Ooookayyy,” Riley coos, scooping up the furry loaf and kicking her shoes into a pile of similarly large footwear.

While not as clumsy as this morning, I’m still a few experience points short of quickly removing my sandals.

—Hey! There’s that collage of polaroids in the hallway!