Here's the thing. I knew years ago with the Toad that weird parenting would be part and parcel of what we're doing here. I just didn't know how weird that would actually be.
There are many many things you expect, as a parent, to have to explain to your children. Especially things that are wrong, and that they shouldn't do. You try to head some of these off, and clue them in before they actually do the wrong thing.
But sometimes, no matter how proactive you try to be, you still find yourself explaining to your 10 year old daughter that it's inappropriate to hit other people's grandmothers with dismembered body parts.
Okay, so you've scrolled down to get the full story: at some point last year, a disembodied doll leg appeared in my yard. From the length of the leg, I'd guess that this is one of those 3 foot tall "just like me" dolls. Like my sister had, that when she was left propped up in a corner, my mother would talk to it, thinking it was either me or my sister.
Anyway, leg appears last summer. At various times, the leg may appear to be abandoned in the yard, on the porch, or in the garden. I would giggle, step over it, and wonder who the leg belonged to.
Friday afternoon, Bonk's Grandma, Omi, was here at my house to meet the bus, as Bonk's Mom, and I both had to work until shortly after the bus would show up. The Howler, I'm told, was in rare form, and when Omi was leaving, the Howler brandished "the Widow Maker" and tapped Omi on the back of the head with the leg.
Is it just me, or is that image bizarre even for the Mumples?
