I debated calling this post: I'm Going to be a Great Mom, but I don't know what the appropriate font is to express sarcasm.
I firmly believe that kids need to know the truth at all times. The stork/when-two-people-love-each-other-very-much nonsense baffles me, animals do not go to a magical farm, I struggle with the Jolly Fat Man, and don't even get me started on this Tooth Fairy business.
Now, I will be the first to admit that I do not, in fact, have children and shouldn't formulate any opinions or protocol for these situations. It may be a measure of protection parents use to shield their children from the horrors of a world without compensation for the loss of excess teeth. I imagine its much like taking your old car into the Tear-a-Part auto place and receiving a check for $20?
I still don't get it.
So when kids ask me questions, I tell them the truth.
Which brings me to Norman. He was my beloved turtle of 7 years before I sent him to live in my uncles pond (not an analogy for him dying). He is still alive and thriving. My uncle sends me pictures and updates on Norman and his posterity.
Norman, being a water turtle, ate goldfish. He was the cheapest pet a person could own. For $1.00, I bought him 10 goldfish that lasted 2 weeks. $2.00 a month was all it took to care for the little guy. If only I could find a dog that was so laid back.
On one goldfish-shopping occasion I stood in the checkout line, baggy full of goldfish in hand, as a small child admired my booty (as in pirate, not the beautiful specimen I carry on my backside)
"That's a lot of fish you have there!" He exclaimed in delight. I'm sure he was imagining how amazing my house must be to need so many aquatic creatures to fill it. "What are you going to do with all of those fish?"
I took pause, looked at the boy's father as if seeking permission, (not like that would have changed my answer) leaned over to look the boy directly in the eye and said, "I'm going to feed them to my turtle" (I may or may not have added an unnecessarily menacing tone. I'm the devil.)
The boy looked accosted and mortified, "No! You need to get them their own tank so they can swim around!" He looked on the verge of tears.
I was unaffected by his emotion, "But then my turtle won't have anything to eat." I looked up at his father to make sure I hadn't crossed a line.I can traumatize my own children, but I should probably leave others alone.
Father smiled in approval at my Circle of Life lesson.
Whew!
After a bit more discussion of fishes and their role in my turtles life the boy seemed satisfied and appeased.
Before leaving he waved at my bag of fish, saluting them at their noble duty, and wished my turtle luck.
My parenting skills are definitely in question, but I make an excellent Life Lessons teacher?
I debated calling this post 'I'm Going to be a Great Mom' but I don't know what the appropriate font is to express sarcasm.
I firmly believe that kids need to know the truth at all times. The stork/when-two-people-love-each-other-very-much nonsense baffles me, animals do not go to a magical farm, I struggle with the Jolly Fat Man, and don't even get me started on this Tooth Fairy business.
Now, I will be the first to admit that I do not, in fact, have children and shouldn't formulate any opinions or protocol for these situations. It may be a measure of protection parents use to shield their children from the horrors of a world without compensation for the loss of excess teeth. I imagine its much like taking your old car into the Tear-a-Part auto place and receiving a check for $20?
I still don't get it.
So when kids ask me questions, I tell them the truth.
Which brings me to Norman. He was my beloved turtle of 7 years before I sent him to live in my uncles pond (not an analogy for him dying). He is still alive and thriving. My uncle sends me pictures and updates on Norman and his posterity.
Norman, being a water turtle, ate goldfish. He was the cheapest pet a person could own. For $1.00, I bought him 10 goldfish that lasted 2 weeks. $2.00 a month was all it took to care for the little guy. If only I could find a dog that was so laid back.
On one goldfish-shopping occasion I stood in the checkout line, baggy full of goldfish in hand, as a small child admired my booty (as in pirate, not the beautiful specimen I carry on my backside)
"That's a lot of fish you have there!" He exclaimed in delight. I'm sure he was imagining how amazing my house must be to need so many aquatic creatures to fill it. "What are you going to do with all of those fish?"
I took pause, looked at the boy's father as if seeking permission, (not like that would have changed my answer) leaned over to look the boy directly in the eye and said, "I'm going to feed them to my turtle" (I may or may not have added an unnecessarily menacing tone. I'm the devil.)
The boy looked accosted and mortified, "No! You need to get them their own tank so they can swim around!" He looked on the verge of tears.
I was unaffected by his emotion, "But then my turtle won't have anything to eat." I looked up at his father to make sure I hadn't crossed a line.I can traumatize my own children, but I should probably leave others alone.
Father smiled in approval at my Circle of Life lesson.
Whew!
After a bit more discussion of fishes and their role in my turtles life the boy seemed satisfied and appeased.
Before leaving he waved at my bag of fish, saluting them at their noble duty, and wished my turtle luck.
My parenting skills are definitely in question, but I make an excellent Life Lessons teacher.
- See more at: http://savvy-pants.com/blog/2011/02/11/keepin-it-real#sthash.ncqPyevk.dpufI firmly believe that kids need to know the truth at all times. The stork/when-two-people-love-each-other-very-much nonsense baffles me, animals do not go to a magical farm, I struggle with the Jolly Fat Man, and don't even get me started on this Tooth Fairy business.
Now, I will be the first to admit that I do not, in fact, have children and shouldn't formulate any opinions or protocol for these situations. It may be a measure of protection parents use to shield their children from the horrors of a world without compensation for the loss of excess teeth. I imagine its much like taking your old car into the Tear-a-Part auto place and receiving a check for $20?
I still don't get it.
So when kids ask me questions, I tell them the truth.
Which brings me to Norman. He was my beloved turtle of 7 years before I sent him to live in my uncles pond (not an analogy for him dying). He is still alive and thriving. My uncle sends me pictures and updates on Norman and his posterity.
Norman, being a water turtle, ate goldfish. He was the cheapest pet a person could own. For $1.00, I bought him 10 goldfish that lasted 2 weeks. $2.00 a month was all it took to care for the little guy. If only I could find a dog that was so laid back.
On one goldfish-shopping occasion I stood in the checkout line, baggy full of goldfish in hand, as a small child admired my booty (as in pirate, not the beautiful specimen I carry on my backside)
"That's a lot of fish you have there!" He exclaimed in delight. I'm sure he was imagining how amazing my house must be to need so many aquatic creatures to fill it. "What are you going to do with all of those fish?"
I took pause, looked at the boy's father as if seeking permission, (not like that would have changed my answer) leaned over to look the boy directly in the eye and said, "I'm going to feed them to my turtle" (I may or may not have added an unnecessarily menacing tone. I'm the devil.)
The boy looked accosted and mortified, "No! You need to get them their own tank so they can swim around!" He looked on the verge of tears.
I was unaffected by his emotion, "But then my turtle won't have anything to eat." I looked up at his father to make sure I hadn't crossed a line.I can traumatize my own children, but I should probably leave others alone.
Father smiled in approval at my Circle of Life lesson.
Whew!
After a bit more discussion of fishes and their role in my turtles life the boy seemed satisfied and appeased.
Before leaving he waved at my bag of fish, saluting them at their noble duty, and wished my turtle luck.
My parenting skills are definitely in question, but I make an excellent Life Lessons teacher.
I debated calling this post 'I'm Going to be a Great Mom' but I don't know what the appropriate font is to express sarcasm.
I firmly believe that kids need to know the truth at all times. The stork/when-two-people-love-each-other-very-much nonsense baffles me, animals do not go to a magical farm, I struggle with the Jolly Fat Man, and don't even get me started on this Tooth Fairy business.
Now, I will be the first to admit that I do not, in fact, have children and shouldn't formulate any opinions or protocol for these situations. It may be a measure of protection parents use to shield their children from the horrors of a world without compensation for the loss of excess teeth. I imagine its much like taking your old car into the Tear-a-Part auto place and receiving a check for $20?
I still don't get it.
So when kids ask me questions, I tell them the truth.
Which brings me to Norman. He was my beloved turtle of 7 years before I sent him to live in my uncles pond (not an analogy for him dying). He is still alive and thriving. My uncle sends me pictures and updates on Norman and his posterity.
Norman, being a water turtle, ate goldfish. He was the cheapest pet a person could own. For $1.00, I bought him 10 goldfish that lasted 2 weeks. $2.00 a month was all it took to care for the little guy. If only I could find a dog that was so laid back.
On one goldfish-shopping occasion I stood in the checkout line, baggy full of goldfish in hand, as a small child admired my booty (as in pirate, not the beautiful specimen I carry on my backside)
"That's a lot of fish you have there!" He exclaimed in delight. I'm sure he was imagining how amazing my house must be to need so many aquatic creatures to fill it. "What are you going to do with all of those fish?"
I took pause, looked at the boy's father as if seeking permission, (not like that would have changed my answer) leaned over to look the boy directly in the eye and said, "I'm going to feed them to my turtle" (I may or may not have added an unnecessarily menacing tone. I'm the devil.)
The boy looked accosted and mortified, "No! You need to get them their own tank so they can swim around!" He looked on the verge of tears.
I was unaffected by his emotion, "But then my turtle won't have anything to eat." I looked up at his father to make sure I hadn't crossed a line.I can traumatize my own children, but I should probably leave others alone.
Father smiled in approval at my Circle of Life lesson.
Whew!
After a bit more discussion of fishes and their role in my turtles life the boy seemed satisfied and appeased.
Before leaving he waved at my bag of fish, saluting them at their noble duty, and wished my turtle luck.
My parenting skills are definitely in question, but I make an excellent Life Lessons teacher.
- See more at: http://savvy-pants.com/blog/2011/02/11/keepin-it-real#sthash.ncqPyevk.dpufI firmly believe that kids need to know the truth at all times. The stork/when-two-people-love-each-other-very-much nonsense baffles me, animals do not go to a magical farm, I struggle with the Jolly Fat Man, and don't even get me started on this Tooth Fairy business.
Now, I will be the first to admit that I do not, in fact, have children and shouldn't formulate any opinions or protocol for these situations. It may be a measure of protection parents use to shield their children from the horrors of a world without compensation for the loss of excess teeth. I imagine its much like taking your old car into the Tear-a-Part auto place and receiving a check for $20?
I still don't get it.
So when kids ask me questions, I tell them the truth.
Which brings me to Norman. He was my beloved turtle of 7 years before I sent him to live in my uncles pond (not an analogy for him dying). He is still alive and thriving. My uncle sends me pictures and updates on Norman and his posterity.
Norman, being a water turtle, ate goldfish. He was the cheapest pet a person could own. For $1.00, I bought him 10 goldfish that lasted 2 weeks. $2.00 a month was all it took to care for the little guy. If only I could find a dog that was so laid back.
On one goldfish-shopping occasion I stood in the checkout line, baggy full of goldfish in hand, as a small child admired my booty (as in pirate, not the beautiful specimen I carry on my backside)
"That's a lot of fish you have there!" He exclaimed in delight. I'm sure he was imagining how amazing my house must be to need so many aquatic creatures to fill it. "What are you going to do with all of those fish?"
I took pause, looked at the boy's father as if seeking permission, (not like that would have changed my answer) leaned over to look the boy directly in the eye and said, "I'm going to feed them to my turtle" (I may or may not have added an unnecessarily menacing tone. I'm the devil.)
The boy looked accosted and mortified, "No! You need to get them their own tank so they can swim around!" He looked on the verge of tears.
I was unaffected by his emotion, "But then my turtle won't have anything to eat." I looked up at his father to make sure I hadn't crossed a line.I can traumatize my own children, but I should probably leave others alone.
Father smiled in approval at my Circle of Life lesson.
Whew!
After a bit more discussion of fishes and their role in my turtles life the boy seemed satisfied and appeased.
Before leaving he waved at my bag of fish, saluting them at their noble duty, and wished my turtle luck.
My parenting skills are definitely in question, but I make an excellent Life Lessons teacher.
I debated calling this post 'I'm Going to be a Great Mom' but I don't know what the appropriate font is to express sarcasm.
I firmly believe that kids need to know the truth at all times. The stork/when-two-people-love-each-other-very-much nonsense baffles me, animals do not go to a magical farm, I struggle with the Jolly Fat Man, and don't even get me started on this Tooth Fairy business.
Now, I will be the first to admit that I do not, in fact, have children and shouldn't formulate any opinions or protocol for these situations. It may be a measure of protection parents use to shield their children from the horrors of a world without compensation for the loss of excess teeth. I imagine its much like taking your old car into the Tear-a-Part auto place and receiving a check for $20?
I still don't get it.
So when kids ask me questions, I tell them the truth.
Which brings me to Norman. He was my beloved turtle of 7 years before I sent him to live in my uncles pond (not an analogy for him dying). He is still alive and thriving. My uncle sends me pictures and updates on Norman and his posterity.
Norman, being a water turtle, ate goldfish. He was the cheapest pet a person could own. For $1.00, I bought him 10 goldfish that lasted 2 weeks. $2.00 a month was all it took to care for the little guy. If only I could find a dog that was so laid back.
On one goldfish-shopping occasion I stood in the checkout line, baggy full of goldfish in hand, as a small child admired my booty (as in pirate, not the beautiful specimen I carry on my backside)
"That's a lot of fish you have there!" He exclaimed in delight. I'm sure he was imagining how amazing my house must be to need so many aquatic creatures to fill it. "What are you going to do with all of those fish?"
I took pause, looked at the boy's father as if seeking permission, (not like that would have changed my answer) leaned over to look the boy directly in the eye and said, "I'm going to feed them to my turtle" (I may or may not have added an unnecessarily menacing tone. I'm the devil.)
The boy looked accosted and mortified, "No! You need to get them their own tank so they can swim around!" He looked on the verge of tears.
I was unaffected by his emotion, "But then my turtle won't have anything to eat." I looked up at his father to make sure I hadn't crossed a line.I can traumatize my own children, but I should probably leave others alone.
Father smiled in approval at my Circle of Life lesson.
Whew!
After a bit more discussion of fishes and their role in my turtles life the boy seemed satisfied and appeased.
Before leaving he waved at my bag of fish, saluting them at their noble duty, and wished my turtle luck.
My parenting skills are definitely in question, but I make an excellent Life Lessons teacher.
- See more at: http://savvy-pants.com/blog/2011/02/11/keepin-it-real#sthash.ncqPyevk.dpufI firmly believe that kids need to know the truth at all times. The stork/when-two-people-love-each-other-very-much nonsense baffles me, animals do not go to a magical farm, I struggle with the Jolly Fat Man, and don't even get me started on this Tooth Fairy business.
Now, I will be the first to admit that I do not, in fact, have children and shouldn't formulate any opinions or protocol for these situations. It may be a measure of protection parents use to shield their children from the horrors of a world without compensation for the loss of excess teeth. I imagine its much like taking your old car into the Tear-a-Part auto place and receiving a check for $20?
I still don't get it.
So when kids ask me questions, I tell them the truth.
Which brings me to Norman. He was my beloved turtle of 7 years before I sent him to live in my uncles pond (not an analogy for him dying). He is still alive and thriving. My uncle sends me pictures and updates on Norman and his posterity.
Norman, being a water turtle, ate goldfish. He was the cheapest pet a person could own. For $1.00, I bought him 10 goldfish that lasted 2 weeks. $2.00 a month was all it took to care for the little guy. If only I could find a dog that was so laid back.
On one goldfish-shopping occasion I stood in the checkout line, baggy full of goldfish in hand, as a small child admired my booty (as in pirate, not the beautiful specimen I carry on my backside)
"That's a lot of fish you have there!" He exclaimed in delight. I'm sure he was imagining how amazing my house must be to need so many aquatic creatures to fill it. "What are you going to do with all of those fish?"
I took pause, looked at the boy's father as if seeking permission, (not like that would have changed my answer) leaned over to look the boy directly in the eye and said, "I'm going to feed them to my turtle" (I may or may not have added an unnecessarily menacing tone. I'm the devil.)
The boy looked accosted and mortified, "No! You need to get them their own tank so they can swim around!" He looked on the verge of tears.
I was unaffected by his emotion, "But then my turtle won't have anything to eat." I looked up at his father to make sure I hadn't crossed a line.I can traumatize my own children, but I should probably leave others alone.
Father smiled in approval at my Circle of Life lesson.
Whew!
After a bit more discussion of fishes and their role in my turtles life the boy seemed satisfied and appeased.
Before leaving he waved at my bag of fish, saluting them at their noble duty, and wished my turtle luck.
My parenting skills are definitely in question, but I make an excellent Life Lessons teacher.
I debated calling this post 'I'm Going to be a Great Mom' but I don't know what the appropriate font is to express sarcasm.
I firmly believe that kids need to know the truth at all times. The stork/when-two-people-love-each-other-very-much nonsense baffles me, animals do not go to a magical farm, I struggle with the Jolly Fat Man, and don't even get me started on this Tooth Fairy business.
Now, I will be the first to admit that I do not, in fact, have children and shouldn't formulate any opinions or protocol for these situations. It may be a measure of protection parents use to shield their children from the horrors of a world without compensation for the loss of excess teeth. I imagine its much like taking your old car into the Tear-a-Part auto place and receiving a check for $20?
I still don't get it.
So when kids ask me questions, I tell them the truth.
Which brings me to Norman. He was my beloved turtle of 7 years before I sent him to live in my uncles pond (not an analogy for him dying). He is still alive and thriving. My uncle sends me pictures and updates on Norman and his posterity.
Norman, being a water turtle, ate goldfish. He was the cheapest pet a person could own. For $1.00, I bought him 10 goldfish that lasted 2 weeks. $2.00 a month was all it took to care for the little guy. If only I could find a dog that was so laid back.
On one goldfish-shopping occasion I stood in the checkout line, baggy full of goldfish in hand, as a small child admired my booty (as in pirate, not the beautiful specimen I carry on my backside)
"That's a lot of fish you have there!" He exclaimed in delight. I'm sure he was imagining how amazing my house must be to need so many aquatic creatures to fill it. "What are you going to do with all of those fish?"
I took pause, looked at the boy's father as if seeking permission, (not like that would have changed my answer) leaned over to look the boy directly in the eye and said, "I'm going to feed them to my turtle" (I may or may not have added an unnecessarily menacing tone. I'm the devil.)
The boy looked accosted and mortified, "No! You need to get them their own tank so they can swim around!" He looked on the verge of tears.
I was unaffected by his emotion, "But then my turtle won't have anything to eat." I looked up at his father to make sure I hadn't crossed a line.I can traumatize my own children, but I should probably leave others alone.
Father smiled in approval at my Circle of Life lesson.
Whew!
After a bit more discussion of fishes and their role in my turtles life the boy seemed satisfied and appeased.
Before leaving he waved at my bag of fish, saluting them at their noble duty, and wished my turtle luck.
My parenting skills are definitely in question, but I make an excellent Life Lessons teacher.
- See more at: http://savvy-pants.com/blog/2011/02/11/keepin-it-real#sthash.ncqPyevk.dpufI firmly believe that kids need to know the truth at all times. The stork/when-two-people-love-each-other-very-much nonsense baffles me, animals do not go to a magical farm, I struggle with the Jolly Fat Man, and don't even get me started on this Tooth Fairy business.
Now, I will be the first to admit that I do not, in fact, have children and shouldn't formulate any opinions or protocol for these situations. It may be a measure of protection parents use to shield their children from the horrors of a world without compensation for the loss of excess teeth. I imagine its much like taking your old car into the Tear-a-Part auto place and receiving a check for $20?
I still don't get it.
So when kids ask me questions, I tell them the truth.
Which brings me to Norman. He was my beloved turtle of 7 years before I sent him to live in my uncles pond (not an analogy for him dying). He is still alive and thriving. My uncle sends me pictures and updates on Norman and his posterity.
Norman, being a water turtle, ate goldfish. He was the cheapest pet a person could own. For $1.00, I bought him 10 goldfish that lasted 2 weeks. $2.00 a month was all it took to care for the little guy. If only I could find a dog that was so laid back.
On one goldfish-shopping occasion I stood in the checkout line, baggy full of goldfish in hand, as a small child admired my booty (as in pirate, not the beautiful specimen I carry on my backside)
"That's a lot of fish you have there!" He exclaimed in delight. I'm sure he was imagining how amazing my house must be to need so many aquatic creatures to fill it. "What are you going to do with all of those fish?"
I took pause, looked at the boy's father as if seeking permission, (not like that would have changed my answer) leaned over to look the boy directly in the eye and said, "I'm going to feed them to my turtle" (I may or may not have added an unnecessarily menacing tone. I'm the devil.)
The boy looked accosted and mortified, "No! You need to get them their own tank so they can swim around!" He looked on the verge of tears.
I was unaffected by his emotion, "But then my turtle won't have anything to eat." I looked up at his father to make sure I hadn't crossed a line.I can traumatize my own children, but I should probably leave others alone.
Father smiled in approval at my Circle of Life lesson.
Whew!
After a bit more discussion of fishes and their role in my turtles life the boy seemed satisfied and appeased.
Before leaving he waved at my bag of fish, saluting them at their noble duty, and wished my turtle luck.
My parenting skills are definitely in question, but I make an excellent Life Lessons teacher.
I debated calling this post 'I'm Going to be a Great Mom' but I don't know what the appropriate font is to express sarcasm.
I firmly believe that kids need to know the truth at all times. The stork/when-two-people-love-each-other-very-much nonsense baffles me, animals do not go to a magical farm, I struggle with the Jolly Fat Man, and don't even get me started on this Tooth Fairy business.
Now, I will be the first to admit that I do not, in fact, have children and shouldn't formulate any opinions or protocol for these situations. It may be a measure of protection parents use to shield their children from the horrors of a world without compensation for the loss of excess teeth. I imagine its much like taking your old car into the Tear-a-Part auto place and receiving a check for $20?
I still don't get it.
So when kids ask me questions, I tell them the truth.
Which brings me to Norman. He was my beloved turtle of 7 years before I sent him to live in my uncles pond (not an analogy for him dying). He is still alive and thriving. My uncle sends me pictures and updates on Norman and his posterity.
Norman, being a water turtle, ate goldfish. He was the cheapest pet a person could own. For $1.00, I bought him 10 goldfish that lasted 2 weeks. $2.00 a month was all it took to care for the little guy. If only I could find a dog that was so laid back.
On one goldfish-shopping occasion I stood in the checkout line, baggy full of goldfish in hand, as a small child admired my booty (as in pirate, not the beautiful specimen I carry on my backside)
"That's a lot of fish you have there!" He exclaimed in delight. I'm sure he was imagining how amazing my house must be to need so many aquatic creatures to fill it. "What are you going to do with all of those fish?"
I took pause, looked at the boy's father as if seeking permission, (not like that would have changed my answer) leaned over to look the boy directly in the eye and said, "I'm going to feed them to my turtle" (I may or may not have added an unnecessarily menacing tone. I'm the devil.)
The boy looked accosted and mortified, "No! You need to get them their own tank so they can swim around!" He looked on the verge of tears.
I was unaffected by his emotion, "But then my turtle won't have anything to eat." I looked up at his father to make sure I hadn't crossed a line.I can traumatize my own children, but I should probably leave others alone.
Father smiled in approval at my Circle of Life lesson.
Whew!
After a bit more discussion of fishes and their role in my turtles life the boy seemed satisfied and appeased.
Before leaving he waved at my bag of fish, saluting them at their noble duty, and wished my turtle luck.
My parenting skills are definitely in question, but I make an excellent Life Lessons teacher.
- See more at: http://savvy-pants.com/blog/2011/02/11/keepin-it-real#sthash.ncqPyevk.dpufI firmly believe that kids need to know the truth at all times. The stork/when-two-people-love-each-other-very-much nonsense baffles me, animals do not go to a magical farm, I struggle with the Jolly Fat Man, and don't even get me started on this Tooth Fairy business.
Now, I will be the first to admit that I do not, in fact, have children and shouldn't formulate any opinions or protocol for these situations. It may be a measure of protection parents use to shield their children from the horrors of a world without compensation for the loss of excess teeth. I imagine its much like taking your old car into the Tear-a-Part auto place and receiving a check for $20?
I still don't get it.
So when kids ask me questions, I tell them the truth.
Which brings me to Norman. He was my beloved turtle of 7 years before I sent him to live in my uncles pond (not an analogy for him dying). He is still alive and thriving. My uncle sends me pictures and updates on Norman and his posterity.
Norman, being a water turtle, ate goldfish. He was the cheapest pet a person could own. For $1.00, I bought him 10 goldfish that lasted 2 weeks. $2.00 a month was all it took to care for the little guy. If only I could find a dog that was so laid back.
On one goldfish-shopping occasion I stood in the checkout line, baggy full of goldfish in hand, as a small child admired my booty (as in pirate, not the beautiful specimen I carry on my backside)
"That's a lot of fish you have there!" He exclaimed in delight. I'm sure he was imagining how amazing my house must be to need so many aquatic creatures to fill it. "What are you going to do with all of those fish?"
I took pause, looked at the boy's father as if seeking permission, (not like that would have changed my answer) leaned over to look the boy directly in the eye and said, "I'm going to feed them to my turtle" (I may or may not have added an unnecessarily menacing tone. I'm the devil.)
The boy looked accosted and mortified, "No! You need to get them their own tank so they can swim around!" He looked on the verge of tears.
I was unaffected by his emotion, "But then my turtle won't have anything to eat." I looked up at his father to make sure I hadn't crossed a line.I can traumatize my own children, but I should probably leave others alone.
Father smiled in approval at my Circle of Life lesson.
Whew!
After a bit more discussion of fishes and their role in my turtles life the boy seemed satisfied and appeased.
Before leaving he waved at my bag of fish, saluting them at their noble duty, and wished my turtle luck.
My parenting skills are definitely in question, but I make an excellent Life Lessons teacher.
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