Can't believe I forgot to post this. A few weeks ago I woke up from a horrible dream and couldn't get back to sleep -- my heart was pounding, I was petrified. In the dream, I walked into a room where Jay was doing some sort of work with tools, and Jon Owen was in the room, huddled in a corner, eating something. I asked Jay what he was eating, and he didn't know, so I ran over to Jon Owen and stuck my finger down his throat to make him throw it up. And up came metal. Hooks. Tweezers. Knives. Scissors. It was the worst dream I'd ever had.
And then, a few days later, we found this in his bed. It wasn't opened up like this, but there it was, indavertently left behind by Papa. Totally spooky.
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