Other Mommy!

 


Little Jenny came home from school all cheery and excited.

"Look Mommy!", she said to her mother jumping up and down, "I drew this picture! It's our family!"

Mommy took one look at the picture and said, "Oh that's wonderful sweetie! I'm gonna hang it on the refrigerator so Daddy can see it when he comes home."

"Thank you, Mommy!", Jenny replied, smiling.

"But first, I have a few questions about the drawing...."

"Okay Mommy!"


Later that day when Daddy came home, the first thing he saw was Jenny's drawing on the refrigerator door.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw it.

The picture consisted of four stick figures. Underneath each one of them were the words "Mommy", "Me", "Daddy", "Other Mommy".

He remembered his daughter catching him and his secretary in their master bedroom. The little girl had asked why he was kissing this lady the way he kissed Mommy. Daddy had sloppily explained to Jenny that this was just her other Mommy.

Daddy heard a noise behind him and turned around.

There stood Mommy with a large stake knife in her hands. It had blood on it.

"Don't worry darling", Mommy said with a smile as she walked towards Daddy, "Other Mommy didn't suffer.... much." 

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