Fast forward and you will find us at home on Saturday, bag in hand. Crinkly bag, in hand, that is. Brody LOVES a crinkly bag. Toys come in crinkly bags...and he chooses WHICH toy HE wants FIRST. So, Mia and I let him choose. He dove head first into the bag, examined both toys and chose "Santa-Moon" as HIS! and off he ran to the love seat...aka "toy box # 1" to play with his new, favorite toy.
Well, last night Mommy was bad. Mommy took the well slobbered on Santa-Moon, and all the other toy box # 1 toys off the love seat and put them on the coffee table so she could (OMG!) vacuum the love seat! And...she forgot them there. Yeah, I know...EGADS!!! so, tonight, Brody noticed the toys, and what toy was right on top, highly visible? Yep...Santa-Moon!
Brody tried to tell Mommy he wanted his toys back, but Mommy just wasn't picking up on it. She got him fresh cool water, and held the (yep...HER) soup mug while he drank from it. But, he eventually realized Mommy was way too slow on the draw, and began patting, errrr-ing, barking, dancing, AND POINTING at the mound'o'toys on the coffee table!
He finally had to break down and jump off the love seat, go to the edge of the coffee table, walk on his hind legs, visually eye-balling HIS toys 'cuz his Mommy just wasn't getting it. Brody won't take the toys off the table...he is too polite for that...even the ones that are right on the edge...the ones he can actually reach. But, he is NOT too proud to beg and harrass Mommy for depriving him of his much loved toys.
Now, here's where the story goes really south. Instead of Mommy fetching his toys for him, Mommy scooped them all up...and...put them in the WASHER!!! OMG!!! |