Maxwell went to a birthday party where the party favor was a goldfish, complete with a bowl, pretty rocks and a little bag of fish food. On the drive home he said to me, "Mom, I finally have a pet!" I asked him what he wanted to name his fish and right away he knew that it's name was to be GARY. Yes...you read that right! That was on a Saturday evening. The next afternoon, after Steve and I had awoken from a Sunday nap, Maxwell was sitting at our bedroom door. He said, "I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I drew you a picture. The bad news is that Gary is dead." He was actually okay until I asked him if he was okay, and then he mourned for a little bit. He couldn't bear to flush Gary down the toilet for several days, so Gary sat on the counter (in his bowl) until Max was ready to part ways. Probably the saddest part about this story is that Maxwell probably won't ever have another pet, unless someone decides to give out hampsters as party favors, and actually, I'm not sure how anyone could call that a "favor"!
(Scene has been recreated...obviously!)
4 comments:
you should send the party planners a thank you card with a garden snake in it or something.
He is so cute. We are on the same level with pets...no here too. And, I would DIE if someone gave out hamsters at a party. I would send them a snake in return.
Poor Max! I have to agree I'm not a fan of pets, but my kids are really working hard on me.
Hey Lyric, we have a lizard or dog we could give him... Let me know when you want me to drop it by..
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