{"id":83,"date":"2005-10-12T12:11:33","date_gmt":"2005-10-12T12:11:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2005\/10\/12\/to-guard-the-tiger\/"},"modified":"2005-10-12T12:11:33","modified_gmt":"2005-10-12T12:11:33","slug":"to-guard-the-tiger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2005\/10\/12\/to-guard-the-tiger\/","title":{"rendered":"To Guard the Tiger"},"content":{"rendered":"

[In honor of her birthday, this daddytale is actually a mommytale. In fact, I wasn’t even there for it until the very end]<\/em><\/p>\n

The other day, N’s mom had to wash his stuffed tiger. It’s actually Tigger and is about a foot and a half tall.<\/p>\n

By quirky circumstance, however, N was with her when she was transferring things to the dryer. As soon as tigger was put in the dryer, he shouted "no!" When Mom hesitated, not exactly sure what her crime was, he kept pointing at the dryer and screaming. <\/p>\n

She reached in, pulled out Tigger, and handed it to him. He grabbed it and ran away. She pursued, but he wasn’t going to let her anywhere near Tigger. In fact, he held on to the soggy stuffed animal for the rest of the day. <\/p>\n

Whenever anyone would come near it, he’d shout "no!" grab it and run away.<\/p>\n

I found out about all this when I came home, and found a wet tigger sitting on the couch. I picked it up to put it on the counter, and he appeared from around the corner like a guardian spirit, running to save his tiger. "No! No! No!"<\/p>\n

I handed him the wet tigger and all was well. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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