Introducing Thump Molly

Let me explain. When I was a little girl, my MawMaw Scott had a secret weapon to make her grandchildren behave. All she had to do was tell us that she was going to go get "Peck Molly" out of the closet and we would tremble in our shoes at the very thought! Peck Molly was a black sock or scarf that MawMaw wound over her fist and forearm. If we were bad, Peck Molly would come out of the diningroom closet, chase us screaming all over the house, and then when she caught us, would "peck" us on the head. It was a simple, yet effective means of kid control that she had used for at least two generations. I feel reasonably sure that good old "Peck" had been used by her mother as well. When MawMaw Scott passed away, I was 29 years old. As we family members were cleaning out her house, my Aunt Nell asked me to get some quilts out of the diningroom closet. I broke out in a cold sweat and said "I ain't goin' in there!" When Aunt Nell asked why, I said "Because Peck Molly lives in there!" Well, as years went on, I tried it on my children without a lot of luck. They were smarter than I was when I was little, so it didn't work. Then as the grandchildren came along, Kelly wanted me to try it on them as well. Nope, they were REALLY smart and knew immediately that it was just Honey trying to chase them down. John decided that since "Peck Molly" was outdated, that he would get another Molly--as in "Thump Molly" the Rabbit. As you can see, Thump Molly couldn't scare a flea but she has become a family icon in her own right. We just never know when she will show up and what she will be up to when she does. Thus, today's photo is how John found her when he got in from a meeting last night. Seems she has decided to go for a joy ride in the Barbie car she stole from the grand's toy box. She stole the sunglasses from me. Don't worry about her being on the highway though. John took her keys!