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Scarred. Forever

Let's start here.


That's a tweet that caught my attention because OBVIOUSLY. My thoughts on it:



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I don't really know why people are over on the original tweet acting all shocked that someone would not believe their kids for three days. It's been called abuse and people are all "Someone needs to call CYS" and all kinds of dumb. HAVE THEY NEVER MET A KID? Kids say insane stuff all of the time. If I were to believe Mila every time she says something, I'd never get out of bed because I'd be too scared to breath, open my eyes, and basically function in life. The better question is WHY WOULD ANYONE BELIEVE A KID REPORTING A POSSUM?

I mean ... really.

Alas, my reply up there still stands. I have spent the past day listening to Mila say nutty things and wondering BUT WHAT IF SHE'S TELLING THE TRUTH. So far, that has involved a lovely visit from the white cat. He's really big. He's in the pantry trying to get into the food.

Oh, and he's dead.

Mila has described Powder, he who died WELL before she was born, more times than I can count. I assume she saw a photo at some point? Maybe? Anyway, she's always mentioning him in conversation and he was in the pantry last night. He vanished into thin air several years ago, so I guess maybe it's possible he's still in the house and I'm just too dumb to realize it?

Mila also likes to talk about the Bulldog (Megara) she never met, but fortunately we haven't gotten into that conversation in the past day. Give it another day or two and we will. No worries.

But! We have talked about monsters. At 2:03 am exactly, Mila shoved her tiny hands in my face and pried my eyes open. She really super needed to tell me that there was a monster in the room and make it go away, please, mommy, please. She described it as pink and white with four legs and a tail.

I DON'T KNOW HOW SHE KNEW THAT COMBINATION WOULD KILL ME DEAD RIGHT THEN AND THERE. But it did. I was awake for a good hour afterwards trying to convince myself that it was crazy talk.

But what if there was a possum under the bed.

But what if there was a possum in the ceiling.

But what if there was a possum in the closet.

But what if there was a possum in the bed. Crawling towards me.

I eventually turned the lights on and looked because I'm a mature adult and stuff. There wasn't a possum, but there was a cat who had gotten herself locked in the bathroom which brings me back to my original problem. Mila wasn't TOTALLY crazy. Ali Cat is grey, not pink, but still she is a very real animal who was clunking around.

I'm going to have to believe everything Mila says for always because she might very well be telling me there's a possum in the bedroom.

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March 14, 2019 | Unregistered CommenterDenise
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