She’s a tripod.

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She’s a tripod.
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Sitting here, working, I hear a scream from Mina’s room.

“MUM! There’s something WRONG! Oh no!”

“What is it Mina?”

Given the urgency of her voice, I am thinking that, I dunno, the door fell off the hinge or something — or she has split her head open again (actually, now I think of it, the head injury was much less urgent).

Mina screams:

“I have THREE Dora socks, but I only have TWO FEET!”

Jason says:

“Well you’d better grow an extra leg then!”

I love my family.