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?