Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for November 01, 2021

Now I want to see a baby Marigold revolting in disgust upon seeing her nose hair in a mirror.

Wonder if Marigold ever confused ghost stories for toast stories.

THAT’S your WORST memory???

I’ve no memory of having my head stuck in a rocks by chair as a three(?)-year-old albeit there’s a photograph of the misadventure and still have the chair without its part cut away.

An image of the bottom of the staircase in the house my parents lived in when I was born.

How horrifying that must have been!

I’m surprised that that was her worst memory and not the time she farted in front of Lord Splendid Humility.

My earliest memory was me waking up one morning and hearing my mother call my name. I think this was still back when I was young enough to still need a crib, but that part’s fuzzy now.

Marigold Horrifying Nosehair!

My first solid memory is of having to leave the house to get on a bus to go somewhere, but not wanting to because there was this cool new show on TV called “Buck Rogers in the 25th Century”.

Oof, nostrils not so heavenly!

Then she trimmed it and her nostrils became heavenly.

My earliest memory was mommy coming back to the nest, so we could nurse.

I had a mustache whisker getting into my mouth. I got the trimming scissors, grabbed the whisker to cut it, and discovered it wasn’t a mustache whisker. It was a nose hair.