Entry #15: Childhood Obsessions

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Besides fried potatoes and other various non-yucky food items I don't remember what my childhood obsessions where. But being a nanny I get to partake in all of the things this little guys gets obsessed with. I've noticed that more then just mer obsessions the items that he's mad about are more so comfort objects that change day to day based on how he's feeling. When he was around 4 months old he had to have a dirty shirt of his mothers or he would cry until she came back....3 hours later.

Shoes and scenes curated by Oscar S.

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