Which she'd found somewhere.
Probably amongst the dolly clothes, for that's about all it was good for these days. Dolly wear.
Large Fry. Stylin'. |
Yet there she was.
The dress barely qualified as a shirt. How she'd managed to pull it on over a thick fleece nightgown was a question I wasn't going to attempt to answer.
This time, I made sure I got pictures.
What size is that dress, you say?
Six to nine months.
And my six-year-old can still get into it.
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