It doesn't matter that the whole dang top is just about gone, and the tips have all been eaten, and did I mention that the squeaker has been dismantled? It's still his....and he wants it back NOW!
So, Grandma J tells the J-Man that his toy is in his toy box. He actually doesn't have a toy box, but he used to, so it's still a term Grandma J uses for the place all his toys are located.
Actually, they are piled up on her antique scale and JJ goes through them every day, as if he's counting them. His favorite changes from time to time. He's been known to find something very old and decrepit in that pile and treat it like it's a long lost friend.
He retreats to Grandma J's bed. His domain when the couch gets boring or when he wants alone time with his toy. His favorite toy, for now.
xoxo Grandma J