Tease

So this is a Vash AND Rhyla memory but it's too good to not put in this blog. When Vash first broke his leg, we were told he'd have to keep off of it for a whole week! That may as well be YEARS for a 2 year old. But we were able to keep him off with the help of Nana and Papa who brought over new coloring books, magic books that read to you, and new movies. But while it kept him off his leg, it couldn't keep Rhyla off her able legs. And she wanted Vash's toys. Toys that were ordinarily off limits were now her's for the taking. At least a little. She was happy as a clown and Vash was angry as a hornet. Vash would sit on the couch with his leg all propped up, surrounded by new things, hollering as loud as he could at Rhyla who was playing, completely oblivious to his cries. "Stop Ya-ya! NO! Dose are Vass'es. Let go! Let go!" And she'd smile, come near to him like she might hand the toy over, but then turn and run away as fast as her chubby legs could carry her. Then Vash would yell louder and the process would repeat.