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I keep a jar of shrunken, tiny men in my nightstand drawer. Don’t worry; I poke the smallest of holes in the lid so they can breathe. But, the other morning, it was so early that as I fumbled for the jar with sleepy eyes, I wasn’t prepared for my littles to act like tiny escape artists.
The lid slipped out of my hand, I had just lotioned my shaved legs, and I guess my fingers were still a bit greasy. So the lid flew one way, and the tiny boys ran in every direction across my bed.