Bad Mommy Moment

The children have a new figurine.  It is approximately two inches high.  Its name is Tom.  Apparently, Tom has already become imbued with a soul.  Tom must accompany one or both of the children everywhere -- the consequences of it not doing so are unclear but apparently very bad.  There is either fighting over Tom or there are small voices piping all over the house, "Tom?  Tom?  Tom?  Tom?  Tom?" ad infinitum.

As you may have guessed, I am responsible for Tom's presence.

I hate Tom.