What goes in must come out

Just checking in to tell you I'm still alive. At least I think I am.

E is back in school today al though she decided while she was out she would just be homeschooled next year. Ha! I tried to explain to her if she was homeschooled, there wouldn't be days filled with High School Musical 3 and playing fairies in her bedroom.

So, she thought better of it.

Thank you, Lord! Not that I wouldn't do it if you asked me to, but really think long and hard before you ever ask me to.

Okay ....

O is at Mothers Morning Out this morning and really wasn't her jovial self. You see, she has experienced some trauma and devastation this past week. We have talked a lot about getting a pet and truth be told, we are SO limited because O and I both have allergies. Really bad allergies to dogs and cats. And horses. And birds. (Not really birds, but I told the girls that because I don't want one. It works for me.)

Anyway, I explained to both of them if we get a pet, they will have to clean up after it. E understands because we have had this conversation before. O, on the other hand pressed me to see what I meant. Of course, I told her she would have to clean up the poop.

O: "What? Dogs poop?"

Me: "Yes, O. Dogs poop".

O: "Okay. We'll get a mouse (hamster)."

Me: "Okay, but they poop, too."

O: "That's gross! We'll get a fish."

Me: "Poops!"

O: "Forget it! That's gross!"

So, now she is obsessively asking me about every animal. She has been hoping to find something she doesn't have to clean up after. Actually, she's just disgusted with all of them whether she has to clean it up or not.

Last night while tucking her into bed, I was so tired and not up for much conversation. I kiss her goodnight and she whispers, "What about turtles? Do turtles poop?" At this point, I felt like a three year old should understand the digestive process, so I said, "O, anything that breathes and eats .... poops!".

"Yuck. Forget it!", she says.

On the way to school this morning, I could tell she was in deep thought. E asks her what she's thinking about. She blurts out, "I got it! I'm getting a pumpkin! I have never seen a pumpkin eat anything!"

E and I start laughing and agree that a pumpkin would be a great pet. Ha!

Then, she says, "Oh, man! That won't work. I fed mine a candle last year!"

Not sure how that will digest.