My Life is a Calvin and Hobbs Cartoon
The other day I poked my head in my son's room to find him and Lobster playing Go Fish together.
My son was loosing.
This morning my son crawled under the kitchen table and began calling, "Mommy! Mommy!"
"What?" I asked.
"It wasn't me, it was Lobster."
Oh. Silly me. Of course it was.
"Mom, Lobster needs a hug."
"Mom, Lobster pinched me."
"Mom, Lobster won't go to sleep."
"Lobster is being mean."
"Lobster is sad."
"Lobster missed me while I was at Kindergarten."
The creature wanted to be a pumpkin for Halloween. He sleeps with my son. He gets the best seat for TV shows. There are strict rules about him going inside places with us, but he's patient about waiting in the car.
What did I say? Calvin and Hobbs, right?
It hasn't always been Lobster. A few years ago, it was an actual stuffed tiger almost as big as him. My son would be sitting there holding the thing when WHAM! They'd both be rolling on the floor as if they were having an all out battle.
Maybe its something to do with being an only child. As long as he doesn't start breaking things while my son is at school, I guess I can live with it.