The Poop loves Toy Story, especially Buzz Lightyear, so she was recently given hand-me-down Woody and Buzz dolls by her Auntie Christy. Upon their presentation, we all expected a reaction of overawed delight, joy and excitement. But no.
Wary, cautious suspicion better covered it - for Buzz. Yet Woody (while hatless, and only while hatless), was taken to the fold quite happily. Sure that her initial response was just a sleepy eyed oversight, Dave and I brought the opinion dividing duo home.
The Poop woke the next morning, came downstairs with me and immediately noticed Lightyear on the table, and ABSOLUTELY INSISTED he be placed here...
And upon the suggestion he be moved?
"No, no, no, no, NO!"
At which she immediately placed back, albeit nearer the front door and even closer to the wall.
And that was five days ago.
He's still there now.
On Tuesday the meter reading man even had to step over him.
Then this morning he had loads of condensation inside his helmet. The moisture on his arms was making some of his stickers peel off. I mean; it is January. That hall gets pretty cold. I felt really sorry for him. Yet despite my pleading, Boo was adamant I could not move him.
Heartless cow.
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