The Lambie hostage crisis

Everyone knows that I love animals.  I have my favorites though.  Lambs happen to be one of those favorites.  I really, really love lambs, and yeah, given the opportunity, I would totally own a lamb.

But since there are a million people in my life who are extremely against me owning a lamb, I had to come up with a substitute.  When I saw this adorable little Lambie, I knew he had to be mine. 

So yes.  I am an adult and I own a stuffed animal.  And even better, I am an adult and I sleep with a stuffed animal.  I know, I know.  Stop looking at me like that.  Lambie has basically become my pillow.

But when I moved in, Andre started a ritual with Lambie that I don't understand.  Every night, before we go to bed, he steals my Lambie and throws him on the floor.  Forcing me to get out of bed and retrieve Lambie.  I have no idea where this aggression towards Lambie comes from.

Lately, he has taken this nightly ritual a step further.  Earlier this week, he stole my Lambie and hid him.

Thankfully, he was half asleep when I realized Lambie was missing, so when I asked him where he hid Lambie, he immediately told me.  If he had been more awake, I know it would have been a struggle to get the truth out of him.

Here's the thing.  I know my guy.  I know this is only going to escalate to a hostage situation.  I truly expect to get a text one evening that says something like, "Bring me a beer or the Lambie gets it."  Mark my words.