I'm vastly entertained by this whole keychain fiasco... It's hilarious; I haven't laughed this hard in awhile. His determination to take it from me is at once impressive, disturbing, and humorous. I was tempted to leave it at home tomorrow, but I think I shall have to carry it with me. I don't want to lose such a simple source of amusement. I honestly don't understand his thought-process in this case (not that I normally understand his thought-process, but this is a bit more out there than usual...); it's such a minor thing - it shouldn't matter. And yet it does. Of course, I refuse to just give him the thing, in all it's glow-in-the-dark, cutesy glory... Because then he'd destroy it, and where's the fun in that?