Laurel is smart.

Laurel is obsessed with footwear of any kind. She doesn't go out the front door without something on her feet.

So it doesn't surprise me that she went outside with Uncle Bear (my brother Jeff) and Dar with her sandals on her feet.

They were playing outside and Jeff accidentally stepped on some prickers. "Ouch!" he said, pulled the prickers out of his feet and went on playing. Dar managed to step on something a few minutes later and said "Owie!" "Are you okay Dar?" Jeff asked, and checked out her feet to make sure no damage was done. "Yeah I okay."

Just then Laurel looked up at them with a smug look of; hah, I'm smarter than you, and said, "Uncle Bears feet has owies, Dars feet has owies, and Laurel has sandals."

Yes, she really was the smart one this time.