don't we all cook in wooden shoes?

Those were mine and they are authentic. Brought home by the 'rents
from holland when I was in preschool. She's been walking around the
house in them today.

What you cannot see here is that a) she just "washed" her hands in the
"sink" and b) the double whammy knee scrapes that made her (and ok me)
cry earlier tonight.


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