Strangely the DH returned to the back door of our home muttering something. I followed to find out what he said and there he was, picking up a silver handled broom that was parked beside the door.
'Oh, you forgot that broom.' I said.
'Yes' he responded. 'This is my roo broom."
I laughed.
He preceded to his truck, parked in our driveway and a few minutes later I also had to go to that area of the driveway. The DH had walked into his pole building and closed the door. Outside the door paced Tom. Back and forth. Back and forth. No girls were in sight so I knew the only reason that Tom would be there pacing was that he was waiting, impatiently, for the DH to open that door to try to make a few quick steps to his truck. What a game!
I swooped Tom up into my arms and preceded to shame him for picking on the DH. Tom likes me to hold him, pet him, talk to him. Then the DH opened the door of the building. Tom crowed in my arms! As the DH and I conversed Tom actually trembled. Then crowed. Wow! I remarked to my DH. He responded "I know, he hates me."
I offered to let him pet him and lower his head while I held Tom.
"No, I am sure we are too far gone for that now."