Don't Mess With My Stuff

It's his.....and it's his favorite, at least for today, and maybe tomorrow.

Even if he has chewed off all the pointy ends, and dismantled the squeaker.....it's still his, and it's his favorite toy.

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.

 

But today, it's his yellow rubber cone head toy that he wants.  And he can't find it, and he knows I had it....and he's mad as H.E.double toothpicks.

Grandma J put it back in the heap, but she accidentally buried it in the back.   JJ hunts, and he grunts while he hunts.  

He's getting closer....and the toys are all scattered about....but he means business, and he's not a quitter.  He wants his toy.

He finally gets it.  He checks it out......

Before Grandma J can say, "yeah JJ", he darts off lickety split!  Does anyone else say lickety split? I didn't think so.   JJ never looks back, never pauses, not even for a brief second. 

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