I have five minutes. Rhen is shredding a JC Penney’s catalog with his new teeth.
Rhen is at the point where if I look away from him for more than one second he screams and starts moaning. Oh man, it’s enough to buy a padded room for myself.
I find myself saying this all day, “It’s okay Rhen. What’s wrong?” Over and over again. Walk to dining room to get coffee. Waaaaaaaaaaaaa! Rush back. Turn to pick up remote control. Waaaaaaaaaaaaa! The only place he does seem happy is when I set him on the runner while I use the bathroom. He can see me and I can see him. It’s about five minutes of silent bliss. It’s true. The bathroom is the last sanctuary of modern man.