“Pickles” are somewhat of an inside joke between my brother and I. Honestly, I don’t know when it started, or why, exactly, but something to do with the fact that I HATE pickles, he’s tall (6’2”) and I’m short, and “Little Pickle” seemed to be a good “pet name” when we were kids.
So, a few years ago, my brother and sister-in-law found Piper a SINGING pickle. You’ve heard of the Christmas Pickle, right?
The girls enjoyed their portable juke box- the easy-push button to turn it on made a great prop for dancing. The dancing was cute.
And as an added bonus for Mommy, it only played one song- a nonsense polka sung with a German accent.
Great.
Thanks, Justin. Thanks a lot. Just remember- what goes around, comes around…
But maybe, maybe, the smiles are worth it.
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