Crocs with no socks

= blisters



At least one of my children inherited my fragile skin. I get blisters mowing the lawn, my finger was bleeding after folding the laundry the other day, and as I type this seven of my knuckles are covered in Band-aids to protect the dry, cracked flesh that is a swollen mess. Ouch!
Poor JoJo is sporting two scars from the blisters she got from her shoes.