So, the wife and I came home with another box of hand-me-down baby clothes, sized six months bigger than
the last timeJanis's role in this is to sift through the hand-me-downs and sort them into piles of "wrong size", "too stained", "nothing irrevocably wrong with these", and "hey I kinda like this one." My job is to look on, horrified, and
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