Vielle seemed to have procured a strange new toy, well, actually, it wasn't really a toy, rather it was something that she reallyy shouldn't have gotten hold of. Her new 'toy' was a lead pipe. Being her mother, I have no clue on how it is she's gotten hold of a lead pipe but I do know I wasn't home when she obtained it. Nevertheless, I do often try to seperate her from something I see as unsafe but, knowing Vielle, who is a stubborn as infants come (she is a year old by the way), seperating her from the lead pipe is easier said than done, that, and its landed me with hands bruised, much to my misfortune. For some reason though, she thinks it is a rattle of some sort, despite the fact that it doesn't really make a noise besides a faint hollow sound when air passes through it. At least, she figured out that the pipe isn't edible and neither does it taste good. Either way, I will find a way to substitute that 'toy' with something less dangerous.
Much to my chagrin, she's taken to hitting people with it. As should be noted, Vielle often hits people on the head with rattles and stuffed toys, something that doesn't cause much if any harm, as a playful gesture, however, lead pipes are something that can do harm and Vielle doesn't know that. Often, this has gotten her yelled at, causing me to defend her. I don't defend her actions but I do defend her, as she doesn't know any better. When I tried again to take it from her, she promptly screamed and hit me on my already bruised hands, turning the other one almost completely blue and red. Naturally, I screamed to show that I was in pain, as she mostly responds to noises. Her eyes widened in surprise but she still didn't hand it over and promptly climbed off the couch, with pipe in hand, and crawled under something that I couldn't get under. She stayed like that for awhile until she fell asleep. Gingerly, I promptly took the pipe from her hand and replaced it with a rubber toy hammer, something that wouldn't bruise my hands when she hit me with it. I promptly gave the pipe to Toki, who put it the metal recycling bin.
As she was doing that, I had a thought and promptly asked, "Toki, is there a chance that Vielle might have gotten into that?"
Toki looked at me and said, "No, because I keep it outside and the only way she could have gotten into the metal recycling bin would be that she had to have found a way outside--Wait, a minute!"
I followed her eyes to the cat door, which was big enough for Vielle to fit through. It seemed one of us in the house must have left the cat door unlocked on accident. It turned out Brownie had left the cat door unlocked so the cats could come in where it is cool.
As for Vielle, she never did figure out her I had switched out her favorite toy for a new one.