You may recall that we got Gizmo a play cube on Sunday. To store it, I laid the panels of it flat against the fence near Gizmo's play-yard until we were ready to put it up.
Well, my mom happened across another play-cube on Craigslist that was the same size, but in colors that matched our house. She went out and purchased it as well, and we decided to give the first one that we bought to my cousin's kid, who's just the right age for a play cube.
This morning, my mom went to take the old play cube from it's place along the fence to load it into her van. Naturally, Gizmo went ballistic at the sight of someone STEALING his stuff. He wailed and howled and jabbered and climbed the bars, telling the world how he was being robbed of his precious play cube.
The thing is, it's never been in his pen. It's never even been set up. He hasn't played on or even come in physical contact with the cube, but you would have thought that she was taking away his oldest and most treasured possession.
Don't worry, though--we weren't taking anything away for good. After she had the old cube loaded up into the van, the panels for the new cube were leaned against the fence where the old panels had been. Gizmo was dead silent as the new panels were carried in, and had a perplexed look on his face.
Apparently the world wasn't coming to and end after all.
(You can see the old playcube panels in the background)