No, I am not crazy. Okay, maybe, but I am not dumb enough to actually saddle myself with 2 live animals of any kind (I already have two kids, what more does one woman need?)
We were at Target (HEY! At least I didn't say WALMART!) and we were looking at toys because Henry's birthday is in a month and I hoped he'd give me some ideas, OTHER than this
which is 3 feet tall, walks, roars, etc. It's $129. I don't think so.
So, anyway, we're wandering and we go through the stuffed animal section. We have no stuffed animals at home. I think they are dumb. My boys NEVER play with them and they just take up space we don't have.
BUT! Henry reaches out and grabs this stuffed dog. And then he hugs it, and then he says, "I love him! Can I take him home?" Spencer immediately follows suit and whines until I hand him a stuffed dog.
So why did I give in? Well, first off, I tried not to. I said no, I said "Maybe for your birthday..." etc. But, the look on my little man's face was so unbelieveably tragic...
AND for MONTHS (I kid you not... or is it kidd? I don't care) Henry has had an imaginary puppy. He'll walk up to me carrying only a leash left over from our cat-ownership-days and say, "See my puppy? He's so soft." So, I decided that it was worth it. I had FULL intentions of taking the stuffed animals away as SOON as they lost interest and hiding them until Henry's birthday.
Trouble is, they didn't loose interest. Spencer brought me his ALL DAY long and made me "bark" like a dog and tickle his nose. He carried his little mutt around snuggled to his face and is now sleeping with it in his bed. Henry did they same, minus making me bark. He informed me SEVERAL times today that he loves his puppy SO MUCH.
So, I'm sure the novelty will wear off, (at least for Spencer) or maybe not, but I figure, it seems to $15 well spent when it is no one's birthday, Christmas nor has either child pooped on the potty. Oh well, call 'em spoiled but they are my babies and I say no plenty darn it.
|From Puppy day|
See? He LOVES his puppy.
Oh, and Spencer (who is a hoot) found himself to be HYSTERICAL today when he'd stick his peanut butter sandwich to his face.
|From Puppy day|