Because I made him step in ketchup. This is part of my kitchen occupational therapy series. All other weeknights have been for homework lately, but Friday I reserve for flooding the senses.
He never would have done this footwork had his little sister not happily led the way. Once his feet were in the condiment booties, he got very quiet. The reason for the fun here. But does fun really need a reason?
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You could frame those pages and put them on display in SoHo or Chelsea.
I like the way you think. Smile emoticon! What strikes me as really strange is the complete accident by which the ketchup looks like a foot. Squeeze bottle magic?
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