We went to the fall festival at the elementary school over the weekend.
<<< Here’s Little Boy playing “product placement” at the fair.
After this event last year, I got stuck with a couple of goldfish. (Read that story here if you’re interested.)
I wasn’t about to let that happen again this year. The twins tried in vain to “win” a fish, but I refused.
Every time we came near the live-fish game, I steered them in a different direction. Unfortunately, the diabolical festival-planners had placed the goldfish booth right next to the balloon animal booth, which we had to go to.
And wait in a long line for. While staring at the fish next door.
Little Girl: Look Mommy! Fish!
Little Boy: Oh I see the fish too. Look!
Little Girl: I want a fish!
Little Boy: Me too! I want a fish!
Me: No. No fish.
Little Boy: I think you can win the fish. Look Mommy!
Little Girl: That girl won a fish! Look! I want to win a fish!
Little Boy: No really. You can win a fish. I see the kids winning a fish.
Little Girl: Yay! We can win a fish!
Me: No. You can’t.
Little Girl: Yes we can! Kids are winning fish. Right there.
Little Boy: Yeah. I see them. We can win a fish too! Right there!
Me: No. You are not getting a fish. No.
Little Boy: But–
Little Girl: Mommy–
I think you get the picture here.
Festival Organizers, when will you learn? Live animals are NOT prizes!
Little Boy likes to play a hiding game. One night he built a pillow barricade all around his bed and hid under the bed.
What he didn’t realize is that he had company under there.
A little background: Our cat is not what you’d call a “kid-friendly” animal. Like many cats, he barely tolerates the larger humans of the household because we feed him. He sees no use for the small humans whatsoever.
(If you’re interested in more stories about the cat click here.)
Long story short, the twins are terrified of the cat.
So you can imagine Little Boy’s reaction when he barricaded himself into the shadowy gloom under the bed, and then looked back to see a pair of yellow eyes shining at him through the dark.
At least he has something to tell his therapist when he grows up.