Tug of War in Pajamas
Didn't get much past the living room today. The tree is up and lit, and the little one was still in pajamas well into the day, which tells you the pace of things.
Most of the morning went to the dog and the pink toy. The kid would hold it out, the dog would grab the other end, and they'd go back and forth on the carpet — neither one willing to give it up for long. The tennis ball sat ignored a few feet away the whole time.
At some point it turned into wrestling, the dog on its back at the kid's feet, toy dropped and forgotten. Then picked up again. That was the whole loop, over and over, and neither of them got tired of it before I did.