A kid’s best friend

My son came  home from school today with a pet he had picked up at school. It had injured it’s leg and he is planning to nurse it back to health and let it go. Apparently the little creature had pretty much followed him around all afternoon outside during after school club.

I have a strict, no pets in the house, rule. He was very disappointed that I would not let him bring his new friend into the house. Not even for night. He was very worried that someone would take his newly acquired pet, whom he has named Fred.

Fred has been fussed over all evening. He’s been fed. He’s been watered.

Fred is a housefly. My kid has a pet housefly. That’s just weird.


About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home.
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