Scotty v. Sophie, Round 1

I will admit, staying home with your child all day can really start to edge on...boredom? Dullness? Lots of one-sided conversations?

I'm not complaining (ooooh, I am not complaining...more on that later), but I will admit, I tend to invent my own games when left to my own devices. Give me 8 hours to spend by myself and I'll try to write a screenplay, call four friends, make homemade pasta or re-organize my closet. Or, write narratives for my child that never actually existed.

Complete with pictures. See below.

It started so innocently. Just a boy with his over-priced, ridiculously over-hyped giraffe-squeakytoy named Sophie.

Look Ma! I have Sophie!

Then it took a strange turn. Scotty decided to start nomming off Sophie's face.

Nom nom nom!

Sophie did not like this much, but didn't have much say in the matter.

Tastes like...chicken

Sophie threw an elbow (hoof?) and took it to the mat. She shouted a battle cry that sounded eerily familiar.

Giraffes Unite! Yes, we can!

It was at this point that both parties started playing dirty. There was some eye-poking...some kicking....and lots of face nomming.

Hello, rug

Scotty's ferociousness was fierce, but his hatred of tummy time had taken over. While he once looked like an easy victor, suddenly, all bets were off...and...

Aw snap!

Faceplant!

Our hero falls.

And a giraffe is victorious.

Sophie 1, Scotty 0.

(and yes, I am currently shopping this around. Possible titles include "Bearheart," "2," and "When Glorified Dog Toys Attack."