This is it! The day of twee!

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Memory is weird.  You know how, sometimes, a childhood incident gets turned into a story, and then after a while you’re not sure if it’s a real memory or the memory of the story?  This is like that.  My mother corroborates that a giraffe did steal my lunchbox on a school trip to the zoo, but would like everyone to know that she is not a monster and was only trying to pack me healthy lunches in the time before insulated bags and ice packs made that easier.  I would like to rebut that peanut butter and jelly on rye is just really, really gross.  Also, carob is not chocolate and fruit leather is not a fruit roll up.  We won’t even talk about the Frookies.