I just sat down to start writing this entry when I heard a lot of rustling from the kitchen. I got up to go see what was going on. Benjamin was unrolling all of our kitchen trash bags and throwing them away. Anyone else out there have kids who are obsessed with throwing things away? I've had pots, pans, spoons, TV remotes, clothing, shoes, you name it--thrown away. Then dug out of the trash by me. But that probably does explain why we are so short on silverware. Anyway, while I was digging trash bags out of the trash (ironically), Wyatt was telling me that he wants to get a pet goldfish, and he wants to name it "Poochie". Okay. He has been wanting a lot of different pets lately. He really, really wants a guinea pig, and he often begs me to take him to Petco so he can look at them and dream.
On the way home today, we passed by the usual farmland and fields of cattle. "I want the cows to come over and play in the backyard, Mom," said Wyatt.
"Oh yeah? Do you think that's a good idea?" I asked him.
"Cows are nice, Mom. I told you. They go 'moo'".
"Cows taste good," I said.
"Cows taste good?" he asked. There was a little confusion in his voice. He changed the subject. "I want a guinea pig."
You do NOT need anymore pets......although you could put a cow in the backyard and then latter this year we could have fajittas
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