I always talk about this - there was a place in the strip district that sold furniture. You could ride a little cart - it was a big warehouse. No one remembers the name of it. My parents and I would go done there for fun some times. They had appliances with fake food in it. My dad would always steal me some food. I have a tin somewhere downstairs with the food in there. His trays the last week have been looking like the plastic food in my tin!
Though this one was damn cute with the corn stamp…
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