Our New Pet


A couple of days ago, when I opened the refrigerator, I found this on a shelf:

pet egg

When I took it out and asked my kids what it was, my son proudly said…

“That’s my new pet egg, Mom. I made him a bed. And you have to keep him in the fridge because it’s cold and that’s where he likes to sleep.”

Even though I thought the fly my son caught last week (and put in a Tupperware, and fed grapes because he said it was a fruit fly) topped the pet-adventure list in our house, now I’m re-thinking things.

Because a pet egg, with the yolk still inside, and temperature and sleeping requirements, might be even better.

Or worse.


Don’t you think? :)