My kids have been DYING (and I mean DYING) for a puppy. Well, unfortunately for them Alan and I don't do furry animals. I told them they could get a fish. Gracie wanted a turtle. But somehow we ended up with a reptile. Disgusting.
First we made them a cage.
Then we went and picked them out. Meet Grassica (Jake's) and Veronica (??? I can never remember!! They change their names all the time)
I warned Alan that I would NEVER, EVER, EVER touch them or feed them. (I wanted a fish.) But they wanted them anyways.
They obviously are pleased as punch. Me? Not so much (I wanted a fish.)
(Oh, I said that already? Sorry.)
So here's to our lizarding adventures! (gross)
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