My Birkenstocks cut into my ankle on Saturday while strolling the Mall. Being a man, I was content to loosen my sandal strap and let it heal on its own. But my eagle-eyed daughter this afternoon noticed it and implored me to give it proper first aid, which in her mind means "medicine" (Neosporin) and a Band-aid, my choice of Dora, Backyardigans or Little Pony. As you can see, I went with the pony, figuring it might grow into a stallion.
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