*** This is a custom order; the name Doug was used ***

My husband has left me to "deal with you" today, my unemployed step-son. I'm not sure what that means or why I should have to "deal with you" when he knows I'm busy. Instead, I slip you a shrinking potion just so you're a more tolerable size to "handle".

I start teasing you about what it would be like having you tag along while I run my errands all day: you're so small, no one would see, hear, or even know you're somewhere hidden with me. Should I have you rattle and stumble around in my big purse? Maybe you could fit ... Show more