Attic
Fred and his wife Martha decided to go through their attic and get rid of some things. It set them to reminiscing.
“Look at these baby shoes!” said Martha, holding them up.
“That was when I had little feet,” said Fred. “From that curse.”
“Oh, yeah!” said Martha, laughing. “How long did that curse last?”
“About a year,” said Fred.
They both sighed. Baby shoes.