My mom and her friend Quimby used to try to outdo each other with stories of childhood poverty. "We were so poor, we slept on beds without mattresses." "We were poor, we slept on the floor." "We were so poor, we used newspaper for toilet paper." "We were so poor, we used leaves for toilet paper." And so on.
Well, Lucy has a similar story. In a recent conversation, Blackie said, "I was so poor, my only toy was a secondhand nylabone." And Lucy said, "I was so poor, my only toy was a summer squash."
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