The shoe showdown in the Tribe of Girls
A typical morning in parent purgatory back when The Young Girls were young began with the following scene: I, late as usual for work at the hardware store, wait for my three daughters to finish dressing for school. If there is a finish. Ever. To daughters dressing. I'm waiting because they ride to town with me.
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