As you may have noticed, recently Mother Hen has been dreadfully busy pursuing her career. What with interviews, reviews and the occasional press conference (okay, only one…but it was very important), MH has barely had time to rustle up a few bags of popcorn for her brood in the evening.
No more! Mother Hen is in the coop, boys and girls! It is time to shape up, get the lead out, toe the line, and get your acts together!
“Junior Rooster, get your butt and those blocks up off the floor!”
“Missy, you can only wear one outfit at a time, for heaven’s sake! Hang up those dresses and fold those tops. “
“But Mother, I have nothing to wear!”
“Your ‘nothing-to-wear’ is all over the coop. Choose it or lose it!”
“Hello, dear. I got a great deal on some surround sound speakers for the flat-screen TV, so I’m just hooking them up.”
“Where did you get this ’great deal’?”
“Oh, Walter Wings bought them from Fred Featherly who got them off the back of somebody’s truck.”
“Well, you can just march those hot speakers right back to Fred and get our money back.”
“Mama, they’re not hot! They’re cool!”
“Junior, don’t interrupt your Mother when she is hen-pecking me. You know how she gets!”
“That’s it! Everyone is in time-out!
“Mama, Missy used a bad word!”
“Did too! You’re not supposed to say shut-up!”
At this point, Mother Hen used a bad word of her own, and nobody got dinner.
Sometimes you have to be a real mother to be a Mother.
You know how it is.
Yours in maternal solidarity,