Look how well it started.
Aren't we cute?
Then I decided it was time to switch toys, and look at the little sh*&. He grabbed my CUZ, and then wouldn't let go of the ball, DUDE SHARE!
And then, as if Mr. Greedy Pants didn't have enough of MY TOYS, he tried to grab my shake and bash toy, that was just too much and I refused to let him have it.
So we fought and pulled, man he's lucky that thing didn't break, or I would have bit his little butt right off that couch.
I decided we had better take it outside, you know, man to man where I could really show him who the boss is when it comes to the toys.
He did it again, grabbed it while it was IN MY MOUTH!
I don't think so. (K here: you will notice no pictures of Murphey winning and keeping the toy, somehow Reilly manages to get it from Murph every time, so I'm not sure if the right lesson is getting taught!)
But I am smarter than that. I got up on the couch with the toy and his legs are too short to get up here and steal it from me, Whaaa Haaa HAAAAA!