Today, he came into my office and threw all the pillows off my couches onto the floor. I proceeded to pick them up and throw them back onto the couch. He, of course, seized the opportunity to "aggravate" me by throwing them on the floor again. Then, he laid down on the couch to prevent me from being able to reposition the pillows again. Little did he know that I didn't care if he was in the way, and I put the pillows on top of him. He was perfectly content with this option, and we immediately had a new game...bury Troy alive with pillows.
Every inch of him was covered except for a very small hole over his face, so he could breathe and wouldn't panic. He loved it. I even took his stuffed snake and acted like he was worming his way through the crevices in the rocks to find shelter. Troy graciously made space for him, and they both laid under the mountain of pillows, "hiding" from me.

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