My mom has this bizarre habit (she has many, but for today I'm only writing about the one).
She cuts pictures of babies out of newspapers and ads and puts them on our refrigerator. She puts strangers' children on our family's bragging space and then, THEN, she names them. She calls them truly bizarre things: "Bubbles," "Puff," and "George Clooney." The best part is that she talks to them.
The fact that it was only recently came to my attention as being strange probably just means that I really am her child just as I suspected. Don't get too close.
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