My name is Jen.
I live on the edge of reality.
Well, if his chin wasn't such a handy little hook...In our house we could be talking with friends and all of a sudden a stuffed toy will appear, swinging with string around it's neck from the stairway. My oldest daughter has always done this. Not for morbid reasons - she just likes her things to have a fun time swinging and the neck is just a perfect place to hold the string.
But I'm always a little embarrassed when I see it through the eyes of someone not in our family.
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