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Here's dad's toque in progress. (That's a "knitted hat," or "ski hat," for you non-Canadians. I still refuse to refer to it as a toboggan for you southerners... a toboggan is a sled, and would be painful to wear.)
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a hunting toque! (I made one for DH last year) :) Lucky dad!
[I never understood the "toboggan" thing, though when I lived in GA, no one ever called that a toboggan either.]
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a hunting toque! (I made one for DH last year) :) Lucky dad!
[I never understood the "toboggan" thing, though when I lived in GA, no one ever called that a toboggan either.]
I guess it's a Tarheel thing. Where I'm from it's pronounced [TOE-boggan]. The sled of which you speak doesn't exist in our part of the state.
Neither does snow, really. ;)
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