A toy is a toy, except when it's not

Last night we had a minor situation. I walked into our room and saw Sully laying on the floor, happily chewing on one of her toys. Then I looked more closely, and she was chewing on Orca! To be fair to Sully, he was on the floor (in Jack's floor gym, but still, the floor is the floor), and he probably smelled wonderfully of baby spit, sour milk and drool. I gave her a small bop and grabbed him away, and apparently assaulted her dignity beyond repair. She ran into her box and wouldn't come out, even when I told her she was good and that she could chew on any of her own toys, just not on Jack's toys. She was still pissed.

I have a feeling that this is going to happen more often - luckily, Orca was undamaged, but as a matter of hygiene it's probably not a good idea for Jack and Sully to share chew-toys. Especially since Sully sees all toys as hers by default. Hopefully we can keep her from taking it too personally.

WOE!!!!