My father had a few complexes in his life; the deep seeded hatred of the color purple, the fear that his daughter's would be obese, any type of blemish on our face AND Jenni going into Kindergarten still sucking her thumb!
When Jenni was 5 and I was 3, we went to therapy for sucking our thumbs. All I know is, I got a gold mold of my thumb and a "My Little Pony" dream house for kicking the habit.
Looks like it runs in the family...
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