It wasn’t the message, actually. It was to mother of my son’s friend who rang the door bell.
As I talked with her, I noticed her bright yellow Crocs.
And, then, there was the Jibbitz.
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It was a snowman.
Not exactly my wish.
Reflect a moment on how hard it is to figure out how to spell “Jibbitz” when one has only heard the word and didn’t catch the “b’s.”