Bad Mommy Moment

[gansje]

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.

Comments

[cislyn.livejournal.com]

Here's hoping that the era of Tom passes quickly, and that he soon becomes a relic of a bygone time so inconsequential that even the most dedicated historians pass up the opportunity to scrutinize it! ;)

[gansje.livejournal.com]

I'm suddenly reminded of "Motel of the Mysteries!"

I love this pic of you!!

[cislyn.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I have rather a lot of pictures with odd stuffed animals on my head. Serene llama and I get along famously though. ;)

[gansje.livejournal.com]

Oh, and here is what will happen to Tom:

1) Tom will be a constant companion for 2 days,
2) Kids will go to their mother's and lose Tom in her apartment or her car, or Henry will break Tom, or one of them will leave Tom where Muppet will chew him to pieces,
3) Joanna will become very distressed and anxious, potentially scratching and walking through the house bemoaning her fate very dramatically, and Henry will cry at first and then talk about Tom constantly, sending Jo into further hysteria,
4) Jo will begin to anxiously, continuously probe about getting a new Tom (e.g. stating generally, "We'll be getting a new Tom though," followed by an anxious stare at the nearest parent)
5) At some point I will give in to her anxiety and get them a new Tom,
6) New Tom will cost substantially more than did old Tom,
7) By the time it arrives, they will have completely lost interest in Toms in general and New Tom will sit around without anyone bothering with him,
8) They will then start mobilizing to get a new and rather expensive toy about which to become hysterical.

Rinse, repeat.

Argh.

[cislyn.livejournal.com]

I feel sorry for poor Tom (v.1 and v.2). It's rough being beloved by very small humans!

Also, I am sort of wracking my brain to think if I got up to these sorts of shenanigans when I was a kid. I mean, it seems likely, but I don't remember anything like this. I was more inclined to bemoan there not being enough booooooooooooks and give pointed looks to my dad about that (to which he would usually point me to the shelves in his bedroom. This sometimes led to disaster, however, like the time I read half of Stephen King's It in the third grade and had nightmares for a year).

[gansje.livejournal.com]

LOL, I think Jo and Hen may be in a class by themselves! :)