They sat on the kitchen counter for as long as I can remember.
Technically, they’re cookie jars. Maybe that’s why my folks stored dough in them. Coins and a few folding notes could always be found in their bellies. House keys, car keys, candles, matchsticks, cake decorations (and the odd boiled lolly) somehow all found their way inside these two.
Apparently my Pop picked up this pigeon pair long before my Ma delivered her own pigeon pair.
Considering I’ve just turned 40 and my brother’s 43, this monk and nun have had a good run. Not too many chips off either of these old blocks.
On a final note, and no I don’t want to gloat, but I’ve never stolen anything. I wouldn’t dare. Have you seen that stare?
After all, thou shalt not steal.
I want to know what possession made a big impression on your childhood?
Linking up today with Essentially Jess for I Blog On Tuesday.