Okay.  Enough.  I absolutely HAVE to STOP watching Toy Story 3.  Every dang time I see it, I cry like you wouldn’t believe.  It is interesting how certain things affect us.   I’m not sure that everyone cries at Toy Story 3.  I guess I have a special place in my heart for such things…. pets for sure, and now, apparently, some sort of “toy” psychosis.

Now….. with little babies…a much different deal.  I love babies & kids…. but…. well…uh…… there are issues.  I know a lot of people go Ga-Ga over babies.  Not so much, for me.  But for good reason.  I can say with most certainty, that none of my pets have subjected me to projectile vomiting. Kids and babies, however, have a tremendous knack for this.

I truly think it is a parental inside job.   Yes, I introduce to you…. my “Parental-Intrinsic-Sense Conspiracy Theory”.  They KNOW when their kids are going to puke… or poop big boom-booms.  It is a little timer that ticks in their heads.  And just before the kid erupts… they hold the baby out to the nearest friend or relative, and….( in a very sweet voice )…. deliver the inducement:

“Polly, would you like to hold little Junior right now?”  “Oh sure,” I say.  Holy Crap! Fell for it again…. here comes the projectile vomit.  Every time.  It is like their little heads should start spinning 360 degrees on their little bodies… or something.

Yeah, my pets have never done this.  Or anyone else’s pets for that matter.  Toys either.   To infinity, and beyond….