Sarah sighed as she went down the stairs to leave. Farrah was so much like
she had been, but, she hoped, it would be without that 'Labyrinth'
incident. But how she truly wanted to show Farrah the wonders that could
come with fantasy, even one like the Labyrinth.
"My bear! My fozzie! Where is it?" Farrah yelled, noticing an empty space on her shelf. "Who took it?!" Farrah yelled, even though she knew her question was a rhetorical one. Jared always gave Tobi more and more toys to play with, yet bought her none of her own. All Tobi did all day and night was eat, sleep, and cry. Farrah got up, opened her door, and sped into Tobi's room. There he was: her favorite bear, on the floor next to Tobi's crib. Jared would sneak in Farrah's room when she was absent from it and steal a toy to quiet Tobi. Were his parenting skills so terrible he couldn't solve a problem without stealing from someone's room? Why didn't Tobi have any toys of her own? Farrah shook her head: Jared's bad (to say the least) parenting skills hurt not only Tobi and her but every other child he'd ever been in contact with. Silence. Suddenly the bear came back to mind. She picked it up. "You little monster! That huge monster!" Farrah yelled. Tobi started to cry. Farrah groaned. Tobi could be a great child sometimes, but now was not one of those times. She could like Tobi just as well as she could hate her, Farrah decided. "First of all, he takes the very bear out of any of them that no-one is supposed to even touch, and then he gives it to you! To top it all off, you throw him on the floor like a piece of unwanted garbage!" Farrah yelled, enraged at Jared for the millionth time that night. "You wretched baby! You should be someone else's responsibility, not mine!" Farrah couldn't come up with another reason to be mad at Tobi. After all, it was Jared who was at fault, but there was no-one else to take it out on.
"Whatever Tobi, I'm going in my room and am not going to think about you the rest of the night." Farrah said. And with that, she went back into her room. She shut the door and turned on some music. Styx, to be exact. She sat on her bed again, deeply in thought. She suddenly heard that annoying electronic buzzing. Before it had time to annoy her she answered her cell phone. "Hello?" she asked. "Is this Farrah? Farrah Williams?" the voice asked. Farrah almost jumped for joy: It was her uncle Toby! "Yah it is!" she answered. "How are you?" Toby asked. "Okay. Except I'm babysitting Tobi again." Farrah said, slightly annoyed. "That can be a pain." Toby replied. "Course, I can't complain, because it wasn't too long ago I was the brat who was babysat." "It is a pain. Babysitting, I mean. I hate it." Farrah replied, with a pang of anger in her voice. "Hey Farrah." Toby said, changing the subject. "There's something I want to tell you, that is, if your mother already hasn't." "What?" she asked, excited. "What is it?"
"My bear! My fozzie! Where is it?" Farrah yelled, noticing an empty space on her shelf. "Who took it?!" Farrah yelled, even though she knew her question was a rhetorical one. Jared always gave Tobi more and more toys to play with, yet bought her none of her own. All Tobi did all day and night was eat, sleep, and cry. Farrah got up, opened her door, and sped into Tobi's room. There he was: her favorite bear, on the floor next to Tobi's crib. Jared would sneak in Farrah's room when she was absent from it and steal a toy to quiet Tobi. Were his parenting skills so terrible he couldn't solve a problem without stealing from someone's room? Why didn't Tobi have any toys of her own? Farrah shook her head: Jared's bad (to say the least) parenting skills hurt not only Tobi and her but every other child he'd ever been in contact with. Silence. Suddenly the bear came back to mind. She picked it up. "You little monster! That huge monster!" Farrah yelled. Tobi started to cry. Farrah groaned. Tobi could be a great child sometimes, but now was not one of those times. She could like Tobi just as well as she could hate her, Farrah decided. "First of all, he takes the very bear out of any of them that no-one is supposed to even touch, and then he gives it to you! To top it all off, you throw him on the floor like a piece of unwanted garbage!" Farrah yelled, enraged at Jared for the millionth time that night. "You wretched baby! You should be someone else's responsibility, not mine!" Farrah couldn't come up with another reason to be mad at Tobi. After all, it was Jared who was at fault, but there was no-one else to take it out on.
"Whatever Tobi, I'm going in my room and am not going to think about you the rest of the night." Farrah said. And with that, she went back into her room. She shut the door and turned on some music. Styx, to be exact. She sat on her bed again, deeply in thought. She suddenly heard that annoying electronic buzzing. Before it had time to annoy her she answered her cell phone. "Hello?" she asked. "Is this Farrah? Farrah Williams?" the voice asked. Farrah almost jumped for joy: It was her uncle Toby! "Yah it is!" she answered. "How are you?" Toby asked. "Okay. Except I'm babysitting Tobi again." Farrah said, slightly annoyed. "That can be a pain." Toby replied. "Course, I can't complain, because it wasn't too long ago I was the brat who was babysat." "It is a pain. Babysitting, I mean. I hate it." Farrah replied, with a pang of anger in her voice. "Hey Farrah." Toby said, changing the subject. "There's something I want to tell you, that is, if your mother already hasn't." "What?" she asked, excited. "What is it?"
