My mother is crazy. Face it, what mother isn’t? It’s in the job description after all. Having said that, I must also say that I adore my mother, craziness and all.
My brother, sister-in-law and my nephew are visiting from Vancouver. They are in Montreal for three weeks and are dutifully doing the family and friends we’ve-got-a-new-baby tour. (T-shirts are available in the lobby.)
Last weekend was our turn, and my brother’s family was staying with us. My mum and step-dad joined us for dinner on Saturday night.
My mum arrived with something to amuse the baby. The second she walked in the door, she started manipulating this scary clown-puppet-in-a-cone thing. It’s got big eyes, and she was making it twist and turn in a creepy way. Someone (I think it was my brother - the David Duchovny look-alike) immediately dubbed it “the scare stick”. The adults were all a little put off by the scary clown with the enormous eyes.
The baby? Well, he loved it of course.