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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.
Tiny Escape Artist
My massive Goddess hand slammed down on the bedcovers trying to scoop them back up. The pressure of me slapping the poofy comforter sent one tiny flying through the air. He landed on my shoulder and took a running start for my back. His little feet felt so good; I almost wanted to let him run down my spine.
However, I had to scramble those little stinkers back up! Tiny boys don’t come cheap, and replacements weren’t in the budget. I reached back, swatting my more immense, more powerful hand down on him. He flattened quickly, and I peeled him off my shoulder. I was dropping him back in the jar with a scowl.
All three would pay for this when I have them back in the jar where they belonged!
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