Thursday, July 20, 2006
Chomp You Later
This morning, in a fit of (wife-induced) housecleaning, my brother-in-law purged Arthur's toy basket for toys that were: a) so old they were falling apart; b) so dirty they couldn't be washed; or c) unidentifiable. One of the plushies that ended up in the garbage was one of Arthur's very first toys - a soft grey mouse-like ball with two legs. It was a sad day.
Before the bag o' toys could be tossed out, Arthur took an interest in a disembodied leg belonging to I-don't-know-what and ran around with it until it was grabbed away and sent to the bin.
Don't worry boy, you have plenty of others.