My mom has been excitedly showing everyone she can a grainy print out of herself, as a baby, in a highchair that her dad built for her. She's been doing this especially up at the cottage to anyone who comes into proximity of said highchair. She has lately retrieved it from an old garage up there and cleaned up a bit. This highchair also served myself, some years ago, and my sister, and possibly some cousins. And now... Istra gets to smear her spaghetti all over it too! Exciting indeed (in a quaint family history sort of way).
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