A couple of weeks back T spotted a growing dinosaur and asked if he could have it. I laughed and said sure. When we got home he put it into water and left it for the weekend. On Sunday he pulled it out and was so proud.
Then last week while he was at his dad’s I came home and discovered the dinosaur under my bed. Thought it was strange but figured it had been getting to know the new home turf.
I grabbed him and put him on the end table next to me.
I was playing on the phone when Loki chirped and looked at me with a crazed look in his eye. I raised my eyebrow as he darted up next to me but thankfully the mouthful of teeth were not for me but the dinosaur!
Loki grabbed him off the table and took off with it back to my bedroom and under the bed.
Tuesday morning I scooped up the dinosaur and realized something was wrong. His horn was hanging on by a thread. His tail had been sheared off. He could no longer stand and his nose had been nibbled on. Laughing I showed it to T who was horrified.
We put the dinosaur down and left for work and school.
Fast forward to last night (Wed) when I got home. The dinosaur is laying on my yoga mat and as I am going to do work out I need to move him. Well when I picked him up his head flopped over. Although not completely removed it too was hanging on by a thread.
Laughing it I showed it to T who bemoaned the fact that Loki had killed his dinosaur. Loki is laying on the floor in pounce position eyes darting between me and T.
T decided on a bit of revenge and chased Loki with the head in one hand and the body in the other.
Am still trying to work out who is the more traumatized; T or Loki.
I apologize for not getting a picture of the now headless dinosaur.