Johnny stopped dead in his tracks on our walk along the Lakeside waterfront. He hollered out, "Dad, I have a Croc problem!" A piece of gravel had slipped in between his foot and shoe. He stood there waiting for me to come back and help him out. So cute and such great memories. We still have some of their little Crocs from back then to remind of the the days when those were the BIG problems. ;)
RetroBlog 2007-05-31
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