The LoBsTeR

Whenever over at my parent's house, Mason would instantly say "Lobster, ya!" and go running down the hall to Steven's room to see the blue lobster he had in his fish tank. He would then come running back and take turns grabbing everyone by their finger and drag them down there so they could see the lobster with him. Before Steven left on his mission, he was going to give the lobster to his friend. He wanted it gone asap, but I begged him to keep it one more day so I could get pictures of Mason with it since he loved it so much. Steven was nice enough to "inconveniently" keep it for one more day, and bring it over before dropping it off at its new home. Mason loved watching the lobster crawl around on our kitchen floor. He got nervous when it was too close to him, but he finally started to get brave and touched it a few times. I was so glad Steven agreed to do this. Mason misses the lobster, but he's finally to the point where he doesn't even mention it anymore when over at Grandma and Grandpa's house. (As you can tell by the pictures, Steven loved to tease him with it, and try to scare him.)