Apparently, there is in my house. Who, knew? The story goes like this:
Bastian has a secret twin named Jerry that lives down the street. So, they decided to switch houses for a little while. So, this afternoon we were visited by Jerry Sixmonths (yes, that is the actual name he told me). Now, normally Bastian gets really annoyed because Moira just thinks he's the greatest boy ever so she follows him around, but this afternoon he thought it was great because she was asking "Jerry" all kinds of questions about himself. What games he likes to play....if he has any pets....what his favorite foods are....
I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure that she did think he really was some strange kid that looked exactly like Bastian.
At dinner Jerry decided to go home. I think my homemade individual sized pot pies scared him away. Too bad for poor Bastian, though, because he didn't like it either and he didn't get dessert tonight. I bet Jerry's mom makes better dinners. I bet she makes chocolate pasta with frosting gravy for dinner. I wonder if she wants to adopt me?
I thought I had at least another 30 to 40 years before I had to ask one of my kids "Who are you?".
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