Our home really is beginning to feel like a classroom, or something. Especially now that the kindergarten guinea pig, S'Mores, has come to live with us...after a most unfortunate chain of events.
About a month back, our pet turtle uh, well.. died. I dialed Joel immediately, "Rocky's dead. What do I tell the boys??"
We devised a plan (lie) to get us through until replacing Rocky or at least past Mosby's first ever baseball game that day.
Now, before you judge me-- I didn't lie.
I did not have to.
No more had I cleared away the aquarium, did JEB come find me. BIG TEARY BLUE eyes. QUIVERING lips. In a UNSTABLE tone, "Maaaaw, is Rocky in heaven?" (it was as if he had turned into some Laura Ingalls Wilder character with that drawl). I couldn't handle it. I broke down.
"Yes baby, Rocky is in heaven." (sniff, sniff)
Joel phoned JEB with, how about a tortoise now instead?
What Joel meant was box turtle. But, that isn't what he had said. JEB thought we would get a 223 year old HUGE tortoise like he pets at the zoo.
Cool idea, huh!!?.
Fast forward to kindergarten car pool that afternoon: Mose buckling his seatbelt. JEB all smiles, "Hey Mosby, guess what? We're getting a big tortoise for our backyard." Mosby confused, "Why do we need a new turtle??!! Maaaaw?!!!!