I Think We Need a Pet

Yesterday morning, I gave my kids their daily Flintstone's vitamin. Granted, these aren't the best supplements, but sometimes they do the job. Anyway, my kids always fight over the Dino, the dinosaur, vitamins. Apparently, he's the tastiest one in the bunch. Surprisingly, my daughter opted to save her vitamin, saying, "Dino is going to be my dog today!"

These comments don't phase me much, especially when we're in the midst of running out the door. I figured that she would carry him around for a few minutes and then eventually give into the fruity temptation. Once again, I was wrong. Within minutes, she had a carrying case for her "pet", complete with a bag of gem stones; the stones were his treats, obviously! She even attached a belt to the handle of her jewelry box; I assume that this was a leash for Dino. I thought this was a pretty clever idea; she must have realized that putting a leash on a vitamin would be a bit tricky, so she found an alternative way to drag him around.

Her pet accompanied us to a tea shop, the food store, and then to my Mom's house. Dino had lunch with her and then they enjoyed a movie together. Around 3:00 P.M. she started to cry, because Dino was getting a little sticky. She attempted to wipe him off with her paper napkin... you can imagine how well that worked. So then, I offered to wash it off for her, which worked even better, as you might have guessed. Eventually, we had to admit that Dino was a little too slimy to keep as a pet.

She was saddened by the news, but then quickly asked, "Well, when we get home can Fred Flintstone be my pet?" I figured, "Why not?!" Hey, Fred might not be the most exciting pet, but at least I don't have to follow after him with a pooper-scooper!