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Both of my kids had comfort objects. My daughter, in particular, had one that HAD to both look right AND smell right. If we washed her stuffed clown, she would protest that it was "dirty," until I rubbed the foot with a combination of my perfume and maple syrup. No one with a heart messes with the comfort object. Srsly.

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