I thought my Crazy Toddler was fairly smart — until I watched him attempt to shove a chocolate-chip cookie down 2 1/2-foot-tall Buzz Lightyear's gullet.
Don't worry; it wasn't the real 2 1/2-foot-tall BL. The real space ranger resides in Boca Raton. This is a stuffed version that I picked up for CT. Much more humane.
But I digress. I sincerely hope CT realizes this isn't the real Buzz. Because if he does think the toy is B.L. in the flesh, then he's a sadistic monster. He's been tossing this squishy adventurer around the room, sitting on him, shoving a milk cup in its face and generally violating its personal space.
Perhaps more important, though, is the newly hatched intra-crib politics between Lightyear and the Thomas the Tank Engine stuffed toy that previously claimed the territory in the name of Sodor Island. Now CT's wooden prison is pretty crowded with him, BL, two blankets and a whole lot of imaginary tension.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
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I was hoping you'd blog about this. Ask Buzz if I can have his chocolate chip cookie.
ReplyDeleteCT was just being super nice and sharing cookies . . . right? :)
ReplyDeleteHe made up for the cookie torture in kisses, though :) Who knew Buzz was so very kissable??
ReplyDeleteBrenda, you could have the cookie, except that CT ate it already. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteTLJW, I think he was actually trying to be nice. Although, as often occurs with CT, playfulness becomes torture.
Hahahahaha, a lot of imaginary tension. Love it. I can only imagine the fights my Disney figurines get into...
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