good things come in pairs

My sister had fish. I don't remember much about them, just that she had a tank of fish and that one Sunday we came home from a weekend away and they were gone. Funny enough, I don't remember what scenario from my older brother's party led to the demise of the fish, either A) they drowned in a tank that's ratio was more alcohol than water or B) they were flushed down the toilet or C) they were eaten... I'm just saying, this was a possibility.

Along with a few other pets; we had a dog or two that lacked the 'I'm a dog, I'm not a car' brain cells.

Moving on.

So, I'm not thrilled about the idea of getting a pet in the near future. Of course, if my children beg, bother and bribe me for the next couple of years or so, I will not deny them the chance to have a pet of their own... I suppose.

Last week, Wyatt came home from preschool all excited about making his own Humpty Dumpties. I offered drawing on plastic eggs. I offered blowing out the yolks of eggs. The only idea the seemed to satisfy him was hard boiling eggs.

So I did.

And we drew cute little faces on them.


Wyatt put them in little cups. He put Kleenex in the bottom of the cups for little beds. He tucked them in at night inside the refrigerator because 'Mom, that's where eggs sleep'. He was the perfect little caretaker.

Then one got a crack in it.


Wyatt, the perfectionist, was surprisingly OK with this, because to him it 'helped his Humpty Dumpty sit up better'.

But then I started to get worried about shells getting everywhere, little pieces of white eggshells between the wood floors, in the carpet.

So I ate him.

And now I feel a little guilty, like I just ate his pet fish.

Lucky for me though, he wasn't really upset at all, because he 'still has another'.

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I see a future filled with pairs: two turtles, two hamsters, two lizards... you get the picture.

Really lucky for me, since I was already super excited about having pets.