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]

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! :)