When I was a little girl, I would lay on the floor underneath our coffee table and unscrew the wing nuts that were holding the legs in place. I've told this story many times to Donald and the girls, they of course just laughed. Recently, my mother gave us the coffee table and we're going to use it in our den. Donald spent some time cleaning it today, and when he flipped it over, he found my signature. Proof positive of my childhood shenanigans.
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Oh my God, I did the same thing, except just drew pictures underneath!
That's great! Funny to look back, isn't it?
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