Brodie is spoiled. That alone is its own paragraph, but of course further explanation is required. He belonged to a toy of the month club for the first 3 years of his life, I finally put a stop to it when I realized that the toys were surviving and he had amassed such a collection that I should be embarrassed (I was, embarrassed). However, in the spirit of the holidays I wanted to get him a present. Not that he understands holidays, or Santa, or any of it – but it meant something to me to get him a Christmas present. Upon shopping at Costco (we all know Santa shops at Costco), this lovely 3-pack of dinosaurs (with Chew Guard) made it into our household:
Things seemed to be going well; he liked the purple one and even brought over his Turtle Tuff Toy to get the introductions going with the rest of the toy gang. I assumed this was some sort of toy initiation ritual created by Brodie when someone new needs to be introduced to the pack.
Sorry, that pic is a bit fuzzy
Eventually he settled in and seemed to like the toys Santa found for him at the local Costco. He spent an unseasonably warm afternoon running in and out of the house, taking his new dinosaur on the grand tour of our home and yard. I thought this toy might be his new favorite.
Within a day things went horribly wrong…Brodie had been in the yard for some time and came in with a nose full of dirt.
I love how he looks nonchalant about the whole thing – I imagine the thoughts in his mind something like this: “what are you looking at?”, “there isn’t anything to see here” – “what? NO, there isn’t anything on my nose”.
Ironically, the purple dinosaur is missing. Hmmmmm…I’m no detective, but I can make the leap that dinosaur is buried some place in the yard. I wonder exactly what he did to piss Brodie off so badly that it warranted being buried? What went awry in the new toy initiation process? I’ll likely never know the answer to those questions, only Brodie knows.
The dinosaur did resurface over the weekend, and looks pretty decent for surviving a few days underground. Brodie brought him back into the house as if nothing was wrong – except for my screaming “get that filthy thing out of my house”
A quick trip through the washing machine should remedy what ails him. Question is: after the dinosaur survived the intense initiation can he now join the long standing Brodie Brown Toy Gang? – Or will he forever be shunned?
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