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.