This year for Christmas, JC got a Chia pet. Technically, it’s a “Chia Gnome,” but I like to call it a Chia Hobbit. Unlike Eugene the Elf, Chia Hobbit is not creepy and does not freak me out. He’s a happy Hobbit who sits pleasantly in our kitchen, spreading luck and joy.
My husband is especially fond of Chia Hobbit. In fact, he takes great care of the cute little bugger. Every day he makes sure Chia Hobbit is sufficiently hydrated (he has a hole in his hat so you can fill his fat jolly body with water), and even tends to Chia Hobbit’s growing beard with an eyedropper. Whenever he walks by Chia Hobbit, he checks the hole in the little guy’s head and makes sure he’s full, then lovingly squirts water on his beard.
The result? The best Chia beard ever. Behold the growth …
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