In the nearly 5 years I’ve been blogging, I’ve written ad nauseum the lengths that my children will go to in order to convince me that we need to procure a pet.
You might remember Barko, Emme’s imaginary dog. Sadly, Barko mysteriously disappeared around the time that Emme turned into a teenager. And for the record, that was 3 years ago. When she was 8.
I just have to keep hoping above all hopes that she’s getting all the angst out of her system now, and when she really does turn into a teenager, she’ll be back to my sweet, compliant, and quiet child.
And if not, at least I’m hoping that Fiddledaddy will let me keep the refrigerator stocked with Choco Vine once again.
Jensen actually went through a phase wherein he thought he was a dog. Replete with growling and barking at the neighbor’s dogs through our privacy fence. Making us very popular with the folks who work the night shift nearby. He has since become a little boy again, while oddly developing a deep and abiding fear of large dogs that could eat him as a snack.
I’ve caved on many an issue in my parenting days. But I have not budged when it comes to the addition of another mouth to feed, and occupant to have to clean up after.
Oh, they swear they will take care of any pet of choice, and completely assume all cleaning, feeding, walking, and whathaveyou duties. But I don’t believe them. Any child that can drop a piece of toast with jelly face down on the linoleum, and then step over it to get to the remote, and then step back over on their way to the bathroom, is not deserving of any kind of pet.
Jensen has gotten in on the act, and is demanding that I get him a hermit crab. He really couldn’t tell you exactly what a hermit crab is, just that he wants one. When I gave him my stock answer of NO, he put his hands on his hips and stated firmly, “Well, I’m just going to have to get a hermit crab on e-bay.”
Allrightythen. I’m just guessing, but that will be one cheap and easy to maintain hermit crab.
Today I learned that the girl’s A.H.G. troop will be working on their Pet Care badge next school year. Emme sighed deeply, “Mom, it will be so EMBARRASSING that we can’t even EARN that badge, because we can’t have a PET.”
I countered, “But we do have 3 perfectly good fish!” “But, MOM, they can’t do tricks!”
“Not true, if you don’t feed them, they swim upside-down.”
And with that, she flounced out of the room.
Either she’s going to resurrect Barko, or I’d best keep an eagle eye on the fish.