Megan Stielstra's Blog

Last week, Christopher told me he'd been nominated for prom king in high school (he is reading this right now and dying that I'm putting that info online. He will get back at me by telling you all I was in show choir or something). Nominated. As in, he didn't win, which I thought was a travesty, so Betsy and I went to Uncle Fun and bought him a silver jeweled crown. The week before, our friend Kat left a pair of thick, black-framed lensless glasses at our house. They are over the top and geeky and horrible. So anyhow, Christopher's new thing is wearing his crown and the glasses around the house as he works on the computer or studies or whatever, which, you can imagine, makes him look very odd in a supercute sort of way, mainly because he seems to forget he's wearing them. A few days ago, he was on the floor, reading a book, wearing his crown and glasses, and our dog Mojo walked over and, very calmly, took the glasses between his teeth, removed them from Christopher's face and set them carefully on the floor a few feet away. Then he went back and did the same thing with the crown. Since then, if Christopher wears either thing, Mojo takes it off him.

I wonder, what is it about these objects that the dog dislikes? Christopher has lots of hats, and sunglasses that he wears all the time, and this is the first time he's physically removed anything off either one of us. And then, I came home from the gym today and Mojo had EATEN the glasses.