Not lying when I say this. Tonight my husband and I went to Newks. Sat outside. I look over at him and a mosquito is sucking his left cheek. I tenderly with love slap his face. I say mosquito because it really was! I so thought of this quote!
Oh my word! I think it's a comfort thing. When I was little, I was convinced that my cousin's ceiling fan shadow was a witch coming to pull off my nose. Ever since then, the fear is gone, but my blanket is up over my nose.