That's how my friend's daughter says, "hand-me-down." I was about to correct her when I noted that her mother says it the same way. Now I just smile.
And I smile when I get hand-me-downs too. Perhaps it's because I'm the oldest in the family. Heck! I'm the oldest grandkid on both sides of the family, so I didn't grow up receiving hand-me-downs. I suppose what I'm getting now are hand-me-ups.
The latest hand-me-up: A 2003 Impala. So it needs a muffler and some brakes? Midas does that!
Quinn said he would drive to Wheaton to pick it up, but he doesn't know how he could drive two cars back home.
And he's the smart one in math.
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