Little Man has been leaving quite the trail of destruction lately. It is often very difficult to believe he is a mere 4.5 pounds. I say this frequently - because it is simply, the truth - he is very fortunate that he is unspeakably cute.
His latest victims include:
- My favorite lululemon hoodie - now completely robbed of its entire zipper - of my vast collection of hoodies, he went for the most expensive one. Anyone know any tailors skilled in the art of replacing chewed up zippers?
- A sizable portion of our "vital permanent records"folder - the contents of which includes semi-vital documents like my birth certificate, our passports, immunization records - you know, silly things like that.
- The 493829847564783838 roll of toilet paper from my bathroom. I heard the tell-tale sign as I was beginning to shampoo my hair - a peek out around the curtain confirmed what I already knew: there he was on his hind legs, front paws furiously unraveling the entire roll that he then chewed into confetti before my shower was finished (and no - I didn't take the world's longest shower - he's quick!)
- Every single plush toy that finds its way into the house. Most recently, a new soccer ball AND basketball - they lasted a mere 24 hours before our entire living room, dining room and kitchen were covered in their stuffing. A game of chase immediately followed as I wrestled the squeaker away from him before he could choke on it. Sigh...
- Every single throw pillow that enters our house. They all bear his mark; four corners chewed through and down feathers escaping mightily.
Fortunately for him, it is near impossible to stay angry at this face:
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