So The Boy is pretty fast.
You put him down and he literally hits the ground running. He will shoot as far away as possible in the blink of an eye.
My mom and I went back to Lawrence after Thanksgiving to hang out. We stopped at Wal-Mart with Marcus, T-Biscuit and The Boy.
Yes, Wal-Mart. It was torture, but SuperTarget was closed.
Marcus put The Boy down as soon as we walked in the door and he shot straight over to the apples. Before we even knew what was happening, he took a big bite out of one of the apples.
My mom grabbed the apple as we all tried to distract Sir from the tasty treat. We ended up just letting him eat it. What were we supposed to do?
I mean, we couldn't go with my mom's first instinct and just put it back!