With fairies and angels, and all things pink and barbie at every turn,
I make a valiant effort to make mamma monster hip, happening and cool.
Mamma monster tickles, bites, makes deep growling sounds and does not let a sleepy child sleep.*
There is a momma angel too- but all she does is sing in a nasal, high pitched drone and keeps her eyes half closed all the time. Mamma angel should get a pink veil and manipulate a little girl's distaste for pretty and pink. ( It might take a very very long time given that 87% of clothes in the market for little girls are in pink. So even if i seek out the sunny yellows and the devilish greens, all her friends are clad in pasty pink. At the moment the child has a distaste for her wardrobe and mamma's tastes, but we will muddle our way through this.)
Monster momma's workshop is busy at the moment. A birthday gift gets readied- a little cupboard exclusively for the child, painted yellow me thinks, with little black monster feet designs on the door.
*Mamma monster absolutely adores fart jokes
a pink past: here, and here. Her pink imagination: here