Last Sunday morning, a friend of ours let Sneezy borrow her little stuffed Dalmation puppy.
It was quickly confiscated by four-year-old Happy since Sneezy was mostly interested in driving his mother crazy during the church service.
It wasn't long when Grumpy (the one with the stuffed animal fetish) realized that there was a cute, little stuffed puppy within his vicinity.
It wasn't long after that when Happy and Grumpy were alternately snatching and resnatching the puppy from each other.
I had to put a stop to it and gave Happy the puppy.
We were in church after all and Grumpy is nine years old after all.
It seemed fair at the time especially when my nerves were already stretched taut for everyone to see since we were all sitting in the front row.
After church, Grumpy took off with the stuffed animal not to be seen from again until our friend from church asked about her puppy.
As I yelled for Grumpy to return the animal, our friend changed her mind and said that he could have it.
Muttering under my breath, I made sure he said thank you and we were off for home.
The next morning, Grumpy was busy with homeschool, so he didn't have time to play with his new confiscated addiction.
I was sitting at the computer teaching someone when the screeching noise coming from Sneezy finally pierced through my skull and I yelled, "What is going on?! What's wrong with him?"
I usually expected someone to answer me and Grumpy replied, "Happy won't let Sneezy hold the new puppy."
I marched up the stairs and there is Happy and little 15-month-old Sneezy grappling for the stuffed animal.
Happy wasn't letting Sneezy have it and Sneezy was adamant that it was his. He was holding onto the thing for dear life.
I was actually thinking at the time that it would have been nice for Sneezy to wait to fight with his older brother until he was at least two years old.
It was quickly confiscated by four-year-old Happy since Sneezy was mostly interested in driving his mother crazy during the church service.
It wasn't long when Grumpy (the one with the stuffed animal fetish) realized that there was a cute, little stuffed puppy within his vicinity.
It wasn't long after that when Happy and Grumpy were alternately snatching and resnatching the puppy from each other.
I had to put a stop to it and gave Happy the puppy.
We were in church after all and Grumpy is nine years old after all.
It seemed fair at the time especially when my nerves were already stretched taut for everyone to see since we were all sitting in the front row.
After church, Grumpy took off with the stuffed animal not to be seen from again until our friend from church asked about her puppy.
As I yelled for Grumpy to return the animal, our friend changed her mind and said that he could have it.
Muttering under my breath, I made sure he said thank you and we were off for home.
The next morning, Grumpy was busy with homeschool, so he didn't have time to play with his new confiscated addiction.
I was sitting at the computer teaching someone when the screeching noise coming from Sneezy finally pierced through my skull and I yelled, "What is going on?! What's wrong with him?"
I usually expected someone to answer me and Grumpy replied, "Happy won't let Sneezy hold the new puppy."
I marched up the stairs and there is Happy and little 15-month-old Sneezy grappling for the stuffed animal.
Happy wasn't letting Sneezy have it and Sneezy was adamant that it was his. He was holding onto the thing for dear life.
I was actually thinking at the time that it would have been nice for Sneezy to wait to fight with his older brother until he was at least two years old.
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