I took the kids on a little field trip today to a local bird farm. It was fun. We all wanted to buy something, but good sense (on the part of the mother anyway) won the day.

Here is how the conversation went in the car on the way home -
Kelly - How old do I have to be to have a bird for a pet?
Me - Pet birds are expensive, so you need to be old enough to have a job.
Michael - Does Daddy have a job?
Me - Yes.
Michael - Let's get HIM a pet bird!
Naomi - I want a little tiny bird to tickle my toes!

Here is how the conversation went in the car on the way home -
Kelly - How old do I have to be to have a bird for a pet?
Me - Pet birds are expensive, so you need to be old enough to have a job.
Michael - Does Daddy have a job?
Me - Yes.
Michael - Let's get HIM a pet bird!
Naomi - I want a little tiny bird to tickle my toes!
2 comments:
We've got a bird that Kelly can borrow for a few years, until she leaves for college.
I know you do, but I am not going to tell her!
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