Meat Boots are.
Maybe your daughter is gaslighting you.
Found it.
Oh wait, it was an old stalk of celery.
Sorry.
So I guess the remaining boot is made for hoppin’.
In my day we couldn’t afford boots and had to wear celery on both feet. The worst part was when one of the celery stalks would disappear, and we’d have to substitute a carrot. I can still hear the taunts of the other children: “Hey, Carrot Foot!” they’d yell, and threaten to sic their pet rabbits on us.
I just finally realized it was probably the chinchilla who stole our celery. After all these years.