Mama Trauma
Tommy cooed in delight as he applied the crayon to the wall. He had begun working on his masterpiece a few minutes ago and just knew this was going to be the best drawing he'd ever made! It was all about the amazing adventures he wanted to go on! To the moon or the bottom of the sea or to far off jungles no one had ever visited! Anyone who saw it would be amazed and they'd say, "Tommy, you should be allowed to go wherever you want!" He giggled and grabbed a red marker-
"No no no," Didi said, picking up Tommy and taking the marker from him. "We don't draw on the walls."
The baby struggled in her grasp. He had to finish his drawing, what was his mommy doing? Didn't she see what he was making?! Well… maybe not right now. Genius took work! But once it was done she'd see how beautiful it was and Tommy just knew she'd realize that she needed to let him go right now and explore the entire world! Let him crawl around and see things he'd never seen before and stick any weird object in his mouth to see what it tasted like! This… this would convince her that he was a baby on the go!
So it was a very insulted infant who was finally let out of his playpen a few hours later to find his mommy had scrubbed the walls clean, erasing every mark he'd made so it was like it had never existed.
Tommy blinked before throwing his head back and sobbing.
"Aw, I'm sorry sweetie but the walls aren't for drawing or coloring or painting." Didi paused, considering what she'd just said. "Well, sometimes they are for painting but… its okay." She began to rock Tommy who continued to cry.
Why did his mommy do this? Why did she still treat him as if he couldn't do anything! He was one years old! He wasn't a baby baby anymore. He could stay up for several hours without getting tired, he had a tooth in his mouth, and now when he used his diapee he didn't screech out "POOPY!" for the whole world to know what he'd done. He was a big baby and big babies got to go out and explore! Just like Chuckie!
Meanwhile, at Chuckie's house, his father sighed and stroked his son's head. "It's okay, Chuckie, it's just a rake." The 2 year old still trembled as he hid behind his father's leg and Chas pursed his lips together. "Maybe I should take you to a psychologist. He might help you with your fears. You're a bit young but he might help…"
Back at his house Tommy looked up at his mobile as his mommy left his room. This wasn't right!
"Mommy and daddy should let me do what I want!" He stopped. "Unless… they aren't my real mommy and daddy. Maybe they were… replaced."
Tommy shivered.