(from Molly and the Monkey).
One night James was playing with Molly on our bed and I was doing something downstairs (probably laundry or cleaning up dinner, but I don't remember) when all of a sudden Molly started SCREAMING bloody murder. I went upstairs to see what was going on and James was playing some cruel game called "See the monkey . . . Scream! Don't see the monkey . . . Stop! See the monkey . . . Scream! Don't see the monkey . . . Stop!" I don't know what scared her that night, but she was petrified. Since then, however, she has warmed up to the monkey and they have become quite good friends.
This reminded me of one time in Yellowstone. Elliott was little (during his helmet days) and was getting restless while we were eating at the good pizza place in West Yellowstone. I took him to a gift shop next door to stall while everyone finished and I played a similar game with him and a little black bear stuffed animal. It was quite hilarious at the time. I didn't think it was cruel. Sorry Elliott, I guess I see things a little different now I'm the mom. I'm sorry if I traumatized you for life, but I think swinging you around at the football game yesterday made up for it, right?
1 comment:
So you're the reason he's a nutter?
I love Molly. She is so cute.
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