This might be more of an inside joke for the Hawaiian locals, but what is up with Hawaiian grass? Back home grass is nice and smooth – here the grass is like little pieces of glass. Its so hard and prickly. I can’t stand it! Whenever Daddy goes to put me on the grass, I pull my legs up as far as I can to avoid touching it – its like he is torturing me!
Hawaiian Grass
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