This Wubba thing

I sit down, there he is, staring at me. I look down at his feet and my feet and there it is – a Wubba. Only his new game is not “Throw it for me.” His current idea of play is “Let’s see who can grab it first.” Of course, it is always Shane, but then he doesn’t want me to take it and toss it; he just keeps his tooth grip on it while I am trying to pull it free.

I give up . . . But there it is again, free game between our feet . . . AND THE SAME THING HAPPENS. Over and over again. The icing on the cake is that he doesn’t even do a tug of way deal; he just stands or sits there and holds the Wubba.

Sometimes he will lie down and close his eyes with the Wubba right by his head; I will think that this is my chance. HA!! It was a trick.

One of us is going to need therapy.