Crayola Killing

Remember when I told you about Tucker’s really bizarre habit of biting inflatable toys?  I’m sad to report that yet another bit the dust. While at a fall festival yesterday, Tucker tested his strength by whacking a gong thing. He won (everybody wins, but he doesn’t realize this and I’m not about to burst his happy bubble)! Prize picking time!  Should he choose the blow-up Spiderman? The inflatable Superman?  The giant bat?  In the end, we left with a big blue inflatable crayon, and he was totally excited. Considering the pride he took in carrying it around, it’s hard to believe it led such a short life.

Here’s Tucker proudly showing off his new win:

And here he is pretending to color with it:

He also hugged it the whole way home (I didn’t take a photo in the car, but isn’t it cool how I made the tree blurry out the car window?  Totally lifelike!):

Once home, I stepped into the bathroom for less than three minutes.  Once finished, I came out to see this:

And, just to make sure it’s really dead, be sure to squeeze all the life out of it:

R.I.P. Large blue inflatable crayon.  You won’t likely be missed because Tucker has a disgusting amount of other toys.