Then I walked into the kitchen, toy in hand, and looked down in Jonah's bouncer. To my horror, there was the toy again.


I cannot explain this.
It reminds me of the time I went to church and looked up to see a lady I know, and sitting right next to her was... herself. There were two of her.** I got the chills and almost threw up.
*I use the word "toy" loosely--this particular "toy" does not provide any "fun times." Borrring.
**Twins! Which is always creepy, but more creepy when they are 50 years old and still have the same haircut and glasses and you didn't know the other one existed.
Want to hear something even creepier? That same "toy" is also in our house this very moment.
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