Brian’s mother, Zina, stopped by last weekend to meet her first grandson Frank, equipped with new toys. I swear between her and my mother, Frank is already a very spoiled boy. Interestingly enough, Frank isn’t really into toys. He’d much rather chew on the couch, my shoes, Brian’s shower scrub gloves, the wall, leaves and paper towels than his slew of toys. So when Zina arrived with the bag of toys I thought…good luck. She pulled out a monkey…nothing…a pig…he gave it one lick…a ball…he gave it a nudge…then she pulled out a teething ring that smelled of chicken and his eyes lit up. Truly they did. It was love at first sight. He immediately grabbed the little ring and started nawing at it. I saw a light at the end of the tunnel, maybe I wouldn’t have to be his constant play companion now that he had this!

Sadly, that is not what developed over the last ten days. He won’t actually chew it, instead he hides it around our home because he loves it so much. He always makes his move when he thinks nobody is watching and usually moves it every hour or so like it’s stolen goods and the police are on his ass. It’s love.

behind the curtains

or maybe in this corner?

or maybe behind this planter?

or in the garden?

or behind the cooler?!

maybe behind these boxes?

nope I think behind the shoes might be best.

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