Fluffy

The other night I was upstairs getting ready for work when I heard the most earth shattering screams of despair. I raced down the stairs to cries of "Fluffy, my Fluffy!" Oh good God I thought what has happened to poor Fluffy and who exactly is Fluffy. I arrived at the scene to find Sarina battering Ben who was cowering in the corner with something behind his back. Her stuffed animal no doubt that she must have recently named because I had not been properly introduced to Fluffly as of yet. Screaming Sarina threw herself in the floor while Ben protested that he only wanted to look at Fluffy. I directed him to hand over Fluffy immediately and he slowly withdrew his hand from behind his back and then dropped a cotten ball into my expectent hand! FLUFFY! "It's not fair that Sarina gets a Fluffly and I don't ," he protested. Yes, this is another clear case of my aggrecious favortism of one child over another. While I was geting ready for work I casually gave Sarina a cotten ball without thought to the fairness to poor deprived Ben. What kind of mother am I. Of course Ben had to come upstairs and get two fluffies then.