My youngest was playing in the sandbox. She emptied her shoe onto the kitchen floor. I stood in it. I hate the way sand sticks to bare feet.
Then I stood in a lump of peanut butter, hiding under the table.
I hate the feel of sandy peanut butter on bare feet even more.
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This is the funniest thing I read all week! Thank you for letting me know that I’m not the only one with stuff on my kitchen floor.