Reggie and Friends

Reggie cracks me up sometimes. Tonight, I was getting into bed, and Reggie jumped up on the bed, only to jump down and run under the bed. He never goes under the bed. Then he jumped up on the bed again and then started walking around the room. The whole time he was whimpering and whining. He was obviously looking for something.  I looked at him and said “Where’s Purple?” I swear, if he were a kid, he would have started crying on the spot.

I opened the door and he went running into the living room, only to find no more “Purples” in the toybox. I’m sure they’re under the couch or something, but in the interest of time, I went to the cupboard, pulled out one of the spares, and he went trotting into the bedroom with it. He’s now perfectly content.