
You know so many times I've been told that when it comes to parenting it is important to "choose your battles." I'm beginning to think that kids have clued into that, and play that card to their advantage. You see all month Abby has been making little visits to our neighbors home across the street. This elderly widow has several cats and a couple of those cats have had babies. Sure yeah, I'll admit, they are the cutest most darling little kittens in the world. Now John has promised us that we will never...NEVER have pets. In fact, "You know where" will freeze over-before we get a pet:) Abby is devastated every time we have to explain to her our reasons for this. Oh if only one of us could've just been allergic-that would have been an easy out:) For days we've had to put up with endless debates, and tears because Abby just wants to go see her new friend...(and of course the kittens just happen to be there) It's not the first time Abby has been hooked on a pet. There was that time that she prayed for days for a little baby lamb. That was nice. I kept worrying that her little budding testimony was hinging on the results of all her prayers. More then once she's asked us why we can't have a horse...a goat or, (in her own words) "maybe actually just a pig."
You have to understand my nervousness when she came in from the backyard today saying, "Ok mom, since I can't have a cat- then I have to get to have a different pet." In her hand was a small blue bucket. I stared at her mud stained face with apprehension wondering what could possibly be in that pail. A salamander? A mouse? A snake? If you know me-you'll understand why the worst was going through my mind. She proudly showed me her new pets. Worms. Three of them. Three tiny little worms.
So here the pail sits...in the bathroom...right next to our toothbrushes. Abby left for her friends house after giving me the instructions needed for me to care for her worms while she is gone.
I know you moms might be wondering right now, "Who's really in charge" in our home. In all honesty-I am the mom-but I have to say it sure feels at times, as though the kids rule. You know what though in this case-I think I'm ok with that. She finally gets her pet. She thinks I'm the best mom in the world. (at least last time I talked to her) On the other hand, I don't have to change any litter boxes, walk anything, pick up any hair, buy any animal food, or pick up droppings of any sort. Best part is when these little baby worms are old enough to be "on their own" we'll move them out back to the garden where Abby can visit them there.
Truth be told and despite what Abby might think - I do believe the parents came out winners on this one.





















