With just a half hour left, it is time to get ready for tonight’s meeting. After that, I will have dinner at Taco Bell. That’s pretty much this day in a nutshell.
Remedy: Kyle! She’s getting worse!
Remedy: She’s been throwing temper tantrums all day. She will not listen to me or Nurture.
Typical two-year old. Just let me handle it.
Remedy: Do you think that you can? We’ve tried everything. It seems like her powers are pretty advanced for her age. Oh, and she’s 27 months old, by the way.
31 inches and 24 pounds?
Me & Remedy: Tall as a 16 month old and the weight of a 19 month old.
Remedy: How did you…?
Me & Remedy: The One Privilege.
Well synched. I know that this is a bad time to ask, but has she had any luck on the potty?
Remedy: Has she? That’s a good joke. Kyle, she made her potty disappear and told Nurture plainly that she wanted to wear diapers forever.
It’s that Dark Muse inside her. She’s stunting Muse’s growth!
Remedy: And if she does that, Muse won’t thrive and she’ll remain that form forever…Oh my! She’s calling me telepathically. I’m coming!
I probably shouldn’t visit, right?
Remedy: Don’t! Muse is manageable. Dark Baby Muse is impossible! Have a nice evening.
*Remedy vanishes in a beam of light*
My Muse is getting worse with that little troublemaker wrecking havoc inside her “home”. I have told Dark Muse over and over again. My Muse is not a home! She’s mine, and she’s going to thrive and become a beautiful Intangible woman.
Time to get ready for the meeting.
Today’s high is going to be 88 degrees and the silver lining is going to tonight’s meeting.
To those of you who like Tuesday night activities, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.
Muse: Mommy! Get me more milkie!
Nurture: Right away, dear!
Muse: Daddy, change me!
Remedy: Didn’t mommy just change you?
Muse: Yeah! I just goed. Change me again!
*Remedy begins changing Muse*
Muse: Tee hee hee hee hee…
*Muse flashes intensely, surrounding herself in an aura of flashing light*