Bad TT

Sometimes my daughter says the scariest sh*t that sounds like they come out from a horror movie.

This was a conversation T and I had when we were playing in the playroom last night.

T: Let’s close and lock the door!
Me: Why?
T: Because there’s a bad TT hiding in my room.
Me: Where does she come from?
T: He comes from the dark place.
Me: … What does she do?
T: He takes children to the bad tunnel and eats them.
Me: … ok, that’s really scary.
T: Yes!
Me: Are you the bad TT?
T: No! I’m just TT. The bad TT knows nobody. She only knows herself. She doesn’t know mommy, daddy, Raymond, Juniper…(the list goes on)
Me: Ok, what do we do with bad TT?
T: We need to ask good TT to protect us. She will protect everybody. Now mommy, can you go to my room to rescue Bun Bun (her stuffed animal) from bad TT?

Published by pandamotherly

I am Dr. Esther HioTong Castillo. I am Panda Mom. I'm a biracial sociologist mama with a 3 year-old daughter. Three years ago, my complicated birth and the sea-change in my career and family had thrown me into the downward spiral of depression and anxiety. Now, I'm sharing my story and writing my way to health and wellness at the intersection of trauma, intergenerational trauma, family, and parenting.

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