The custom begins with the camera focused on your tiny step-son lying on the floor; the ground quakes as you enter the room after a long workout (adorn in your dirty white crew socks, gray sweats and pink slipper slides). You mutter in your booming voice how tired you are as you nearly crush his puny body.

After you sit down, you don’t notice the tiny boy standing next to/propped up by your slipper’s insole. In your booming voice, you c*ll for your step-son to help you unwind (wiggling your socked toes within your slides as you do so); when he doesn’t respond, you holler, “B*by, you know better than to make Step-Mommy wait.”

The tiny then climbs up on top of your socked foot. Upon noticing him there, you holler at him for making you wait for your footrub. You remove your slides and pick him up. You demand he start cleaning as you rub him against your dirty socked soles.

“It’s bad enough that we’re on lockdown, but now you’re making me wait for a footrub.”, You state, “You didn’t even bring me my bunnies.” You rub him harder into the fibers of your sock before putting your slides back on. You tuck him into one and start stomping around searching for your bunnies. You roar, “Sometimes, I just feel like squishing you” as you walk towards the glass table.

“In fact, let me remind you of how puny you are to me.”, you state as you place him down onto the table. You remove your slippers again and begin sm*thering him against the glass beneath your socked soles. “Beg me not to squish you, sweetie.”, you taunt as you sm*ther him beneath your sole. You then scrunch your socked toes over him as you taunt him (asking him if he’s enjoying the stench of your workout).

Not yet satisfied, you plop down onto the floor and then begin sandwiching/sm*thering him in-between your socked soles and toes. “This is why you don’t make Step-Mommy wait”, you coo, “Now, bring me my bunnies.”

The next scene (A hour later), the tiny is shown perched on the bunny slipper’s ears when the ground quakes again. You approach the slippers wondering where he’s gone and unknowingly knock his tiny body into the slipper before putting them on. You stomp around briefly looking for him (and making sure you didn’t accidentally crush him beneath your slippers) before giving up and crashing back into your chair.

The following day begins with you entering the room (the ground quaking with each step) in the same outfit as yesterday but wearing the navy bl*e sweatshirt and Step-Mama Bear slippers instead (i.e. same socks and sweatpants).

You holler “Fee Fi Fo Fum! Where are you, my puny step-son?” as you scan the room again for him (unaware that he’s inside your clog). You begin looking near the glass table when you decide to check the insides of your houseshoes.

You shake out the clog contents (causing him to fall onto the table), but don’t notice him in front of you. As you inspect the inside of the clog, you obliviously crush him again beneath your socked foot as you prop one of your legs up onto the table. You wiggle your toes over his tiny body, before putting the clog back on (with him stuck to the bottom of your sock). The custom then ends with you stomping off to check the rest of the house.

Quarantined with Tiny Step-Son