Bentlee is a total spaz about all of his toys. AKA: his "babies."
He's a total chewer, so I have always appreciated the fact that he prefers to snack on his things, rather than mine. (Okay, well most of the time.)
I however, made the mistake of buying him one that squeeks yesterday, and I swear - that thing hasn't left his mouth since last night.
He is currently gnawing on it as I type and my head is literally pounding.
Looks like it's time to take it away and pop a few Tylenol.
And, from now on? He will only get toys that don't make annoying-ass noises.
Lesson. SO. learned.
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