A little while ago, I told you about Toby's new penchant for plucking my earplugs right out of my head in the mornings. It's rather rude, and more than a little disturbing to be woken up in such a fashion. A drooly, purring, tickly alarm clock with absolutley no sense of what time it actually is does not serve one well. (The Mister keeps a spray bottle full of water on his side of the bed, and now he just has to pick it up and shake it for Toby to launch himself off the bed like he'd been electrocuted.)
Lately, he's been getting downright giddy about it, to the point where I have to remind him that the earplug is out, already, and dude? that is actual ear you are applying your teeth to, now.
Well, the other morning, he got so enthusiastic with the whole venture that he ate the ear plug. I want to barf just thinking about it.
(When I mentioned this to my friend Linda, she calmly reached into her purse and handed me a new set of earplugs, just like that. Why she was carrying around a set of foam earplugs, I'll never know, but since I am the beneficiary, I'm not going to delve too deeply.)
Now the girls and I will get a very valuable lesson on "The Speed of the Digestive System of the Domestic Short-Hair. Hey!, maybe we can use it for the upcoming Science Fair at school!