“For sale: baby shoes, never worn,” read the sign.
“That’s so sad,” I said.
“No, it’s not,” replied the mother looking to the sky. “A baby doesn’t need shoes when it can fly.”
“For sale: baby shoes, never worn,” read the sign.
“That’s so sad,” I said.
“No, it’s not,” replied the mother looking to the sky. “A baby doesn’t need shoes when it can fly.”