Yeah, so, the Spawn and Homer haven’t really learned to share with each other.
Well, actually it’s really the Spawn hasn’t learned the share.
Even though The Boy has a million toys, he wants the few toys that belong to Homer. He takes them from Homer every chance he gets, which signals to Homer that The Boy wants to play with him, so he tries to take back the toy. Unbeknownst to Homer, the Spawn is not playing with Homer. He’s taking from Homer, and Homer is not cooperating. If Homer somehow manages to get a toy away from the kid and run off with it, The Boy loses his shit because he is almost 2 years old, and he’s a huge drama queen. I thought all my years of experience of dealing with drama queens (i.e. me and all my friends in our 20s) would prepare me for handling the terrible twos. Not so much. But that’s for another post.
So, after breaking up a few arguments between The Boy and his fur brother, we finally had to take Homer’s toys and put them away when Calvin is around. When Calvin isn’t around (like if he’s at nannyshare or he’s sleeping), we take Homer’s toys out for him.
A few weeks ago, mighty, mighty good man David brought home a new toy for Homer. It’s a big, squeaky pink doughnut. Get it? The dog’s name is Homer. (wink wink)
Immediately, Calvin tried to take it from Homer, so we had to keep it from Homer for a bit. I finally gave it back to him, and Homer did the same thing he always does when we give him a new toy: He hides it.
Here’s a Vine of Homer trying to find the perfect hiding spot for his doughnut.
He always hides his new toys. Sometimes we never see those toys again; sometimes we find those toys when we pack up and move, or do some serious housecleaning. I think we move more often than do serious housecleaning, though.
And sometimes those toys show up when you least expect them, like when you are trying to work from home.