"Yanire, baby, where did we put her shoes?"
Yanire tucked her half-wet hair into a towel and pulled the t-shirt on over her head before exiting their bathroom. Eventually, she got to the large bedroom across the hall from the room and smiled to herself at the scene inside. Adriel had set the baby down on her belly where she was lifting her head to look around while he dug through the containers which held all her shoes.
"Adriel, honey."
The sound of her voice released the tension from his shoulders as he turned to his wife, eyes curious. If anyone would know what they had done with her shoes, it would be her.
"She has at least six different shoes in those containers, what's the matter?"