Thursday, January 15, 2009

I can be VERY terretorial


I am possessive of my bottle (see how I hold it close to me so you can't take it away?).

I am equally very fond of a few of my toys. There's the Fisher Price monkey who winks at and flirts with me, my colorful keys, Freddy the Frog whose legs rattle (and taste like chicken) and my good friend, Mr. Octopus. While I don't mind when mommy or daddy want to play with my other toys, I become very suspicious of anyone who dares mess with these toys.

While I was doing tummy time last night, I was playing with Mr. Octopus. Later, when mommy was feeding me and daddy was cleaning up, I heard Mr. Octopus's crinkly and rattle-y noises, and shot daddy a look that I know he understood to mean he is NOT to play with, touch or move my little buddy! I'll bet he didn't think I'd notice since I was occupied with my "baaa" - but he was wrong!

MY toy!