I was doing laundry downstairs when Teancom came down the stairs holding a baby doll. He had one pencil shoved in her mouth and the other he was poking into her eye. Earlier he had told me that the pencil was in her mouth because he didn't want to see her mouth. ???
I giggled as I walked up to him and said, "Teancom, what are you doing to the baby?"
He remained flat in his emotions and said, "She's a downstairs baby." Then he pulled the pencils off her face and threw the doll into the middle of the concrete floor. Without saying anything else, he walked upstairs.
Like being a "downstairs baby" should excuse such abuse.
We have downstairs toys and upstairs toys, and I'm sure that's what he was referring to. But it made me think of the idea of a kid as a "downstairs baby." You know?
"Where's your baby?"
"Oh, she was crying too much, so we put her downstairs."
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That just made me laugh out loud. Too funny! And horrible!
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