not scared



Sometimes I need a reminder...

The things that look big and scary may just need a bop on the nose to bring them down to size.

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julochka said…
perhaps it helped that they were two. :-)
22 December 2010 at 09:07
Lynne said…
true... and the one behind as particularly scary red eyes!
22 December 2010 at 09:16
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