In the hallway, the work has begun.
Chuck Norris has lost most of his brains to the giant canine beast.
Stuffing is scattered all over the house like little clouds on the ground. Simpsonian in their nature, the polyester fluff is scattered broadly on the Florida Tiles.
Flashing his bright eyes at you, he glares when interrupted.
Brains. Pulled from their skull every chance he gets. First it was the teddy bear. Purple trending to Pink due to it’s being washed weekly. The stitching in the back has been replaced more than once, eyes ripped out of their sockets to expose the sweet, sweet brains behind them. Stuffing gets pulled out in an eyeblink.
Then onto Chuck Norris. The eye holes are large enough to stuff your thumb into. Forget that one, the result of a few minutes of entertainment show up scattered all over the house.
The Frog has special dispensation. Being his favorite “child” the Frog gets carried into the Bedroom at
night, left in shoes, and dropped into the crate. Gently played with as a prized possession, this green animal goes everywhere.
At least he’s not tearing into the furniture. Rack has been extremely well behaved when it comes to “our” stuff. Kitchen counters and couches are offlimits, and the beds are becoming so with the help of the bells.
But the first toy to “die” is Chuck. Always. I just wave a magic wand over him and bring him back to life for more de-braining later.