One of the guys with whom I served was recognized by his little girl when he got back, and boy was he tickled. It seems his wife made it part of the night-night ritual that they would kiss a picture of him, and while doing so the wife rubbed his daughter's hand on some sandpaper. When he got back, his little girl wasn't too sure who this big, smelly thing was until she rubbed his face.
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I'm not cheap, I'm frugal.
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