
Frosty is an old pal. We've had him for several years - some of which we left him dismembered in a stuffy box in a hot, lonely attic. Miraculously, he still loves us. I remember one Christmas several years ago, we had him inside thinking Makenzie would get a kick out of him. She didn't. Instead she ran screaming from the room. Way to go, Aunt Leigh.
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Yeah that story reminds me of the time when I came out with a Jim Carey mask on and scared my niece Taylor when she was Makenzie's age. She never forgot and I had to throw that mask away, oh well i really dont know what that mask was good for anyway.
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