photo credit : Janet Webb
“It’s an iHome, Ma!”
“It changes, see?” Darren explained, clicking the remote. “‘Victorian Terrace’, ‘New York Apartment’ – ”
His son Johnny grabbed the device and turned the house into a pineapple.
“Sponge Bob!” Johnny chortled.
Darren snatched it back and clicked ‘Country Cottage’.
His wife put Johnny down, letting him toddle inside.
“And look, Ma! It moves the furniture!”
“Toilet!” the old lady snapped.
Driving home, Darren worried. His wife sympathised. Ma hadn’t even waved them off.
Johnny played. “Open!” he chuckled, pushing buttons. “Shut!”
Back at the iHome, Ma hammered on the bathroom door, her toilet seat snapping like a playful crocodile.
This story was written for the Friday Fictioneers, as hosted on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ site. I used the photo prompt very loosely! Click the smiley blue guy to read more stories from other authors.