That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for May 07, 2021

Gustav never understood why he had nightmares about being smothered.

Frieda had always wanted to be a curtain rod.

Maleficent really wasn’t a very good mother, but she tried hard (at least when it came to her OWN children)

Anna thought that emulating a bird by keeping her kid up high on a rock, with no roof, was a good idea. Wait until she tries to teach the kid how to fly.

In another moment Abraham would arrive, and the Messenger would call out to him to stay his hand before he could slice and dice Isaac. For the nonce, however, she would just enjoy her new drapes!

“Don’t worry, Sigmund. You go ahead and rest. Mommy will keep the sun off of you so you can sleep”

“Just one quick little bite and you’ll live the next 500 years.”

Minerva had had to drive Joey around in a minivan for an hour and a half before he fell asleep. There was no way she was going to let a mere sunrise wake him up.

Mom playing blanket fort with her daughter

Die Erlekonigen. (And nobody’s going to get that reference.)

Mum didm’t know that blue light affects your sleep.

Helicopter mom before it became popular.

Barnabas Collins loved this painting of him and his mother. It hung on the landing to the second floor, right next to the mirror. Does that seem strange? Did you think he’d hang it next to the painting of Madonna and Child?

Before there were helicopter moms, the Vampire Mom was quite the thing among Victorian ladies.

The Sisters of Mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can’t go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song. Oh, I hope you run into them, you who’ve been traveling so long. - Leonard Cohen

If you go to https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5d/Sidonie_Springer_-Knabe_unter_dem_Schutzmantel%2C1923.jpg and zoom way in on the boy’s face, he looks remarkably like a pig. I can’t help thinking maybe Springer had issues about children.

Her “solution” to the “day care problem” seems rather extreme, but she just made managing partner at Schweinbraten, Duschbeutler, Pforzelbrenner und Glueckwunsch, P.A. -Frau Goebbels would understand…

“The kid finally falls asleep, and he’s on my dress. Not I’m gonna be stuck here all night!!”

I’ll just cover him with this nice warm shawl and give him a little ‘kiss’ on the neck.

You want creepy? Try to caption this: https://www.dnevnik.si/i/as/2019/08/31/1204173.jpg

Unfortunately for young Siegfried, he mistook his mother’s crow imitations of “CAW, CAW!” for “CRAWL, CRAWL!” and over the edge he went.

Vladina Dracula hesitated, wondering if there was enough blood in this child for even a light snack.

@Czarka – Is your Icon, Kate Smith! God Bless America!

And for my next trick I will make the baby disappear again. …

Don’t worry kid, I’m just protecting you from the sun. Trust me.

‘Hmmm… Aslan is not quite what I was expecting.’ Thought the White Witch.

Boy under his mother’s protective coat: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sidonie_Springer_-_Knabe_unter_dem_Schutzmantel,_1923.jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

Other than what’s pointed to by Source in the title URL, I could find no English info about this artist (I could point to the German version, that Google Chrome can automatically translate if necessary; but, that step has already been done). First work by her used here.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2702 (May 6, 2021) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

Trish couldn’t afford the blue paint for the nursery room walls. Unfortunately, she couldn’t afford the walls either … or the nursery.

I’ve heard of helicopter moms, but tent moms?

When little Helmut was born/ his Mom was an object of scorn/ a lowly worm/ in a legal firm/ whose career was by motherhood torn /// but grandma stepped into the gap/ and cared for the little chap/ whilst mother’s career / toward the stratosphere/ broke free from the Mommy trap/// but then came the fatal day/ that the hearse bore grandma away/ what was mother to do/ (was her “rising “ through ?)/ Poor mommy was racked with dismay../// Now she sits in a fog of remorse/(she “removed” her prob. at its source)/ / but her tears are dried / at her desk, (ten-feet wide !)/ in the corner office, of course..

I saw this hanging in the store window and just had to buy it! (with apologies to Carol Burnett)

Elvira getting ready to bite the youngster for blood, holding the cape so god won’t see.

What more could his mother have done/ than to shelter her son from the sun?/ It’s simply “incrediple”/ that proclivities Oedipal/ didn’t leave him completely undone…

FINALLY! He fell asleep, so I don’t have to keep singing “It’s a small world” to him anymore!