My friend Shelley used to be obsessed with the Last Supper. To the point that, if she walked into your home and didn’t see one, she would tell you that you needed to get one.
Well, my mother got this Last Supper figurine for Christmas and I have been meaning to post it but haven’t gotten around to it yet.
I remembered about it yesterday when we were at my folks’ house. Shelby was playing with it and Mom said, “Don’t let her break that.” So I took the figurine away from Shelby and put it on the mantel.
It turned out to be really sad. There was wailing and gnashing of teeth (real tears and everything!). Then Shelby started trying to claw her way up the front of the fireplace to get to the mantel! Being her mother, I was ignoring her. Being her grandmother, my mom couldn’t take it so she got the figurine and gave it back to Shelby.
I should have made her sign a release of responsibility in case it got broken! But my mom’s pretty cool, she doesn’t get too worked up about that sort of thing.