Randomness

I have this stuffed animal that I have slept with for what seems like my whole life.  I think I was like 2 or 3 when I got him for Christmas.  I am not 2 or 3 any more.

I can remember loving the way he smelled when my mom baked whole chickens, covered in Mrs. Dash.

Which is the strangest part?  The fact that I still sleep with a stuffed animal? or that I like it when he smells like chicken?

 

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