|oh. how. precious.|
Now, don't tell Meego, but this is pretty much a done deal. I like having pets, but I feel like if we're going to have pets, we should learn about what they entail before we get a new one.
Last week, when he started going all reptilian, I wanted Meego to shoulder most of the responsibility for reptile acquisition because (1) he should know just what he's asking for, (2) I wanted to see if this was just a passing interest, and (3) other than summer band, what the heck else "educational" has he got to do right now? So I told him, "Welp, go do some research".
Geesh, he's turned into the family herpetologist (note: I wasn't familiar with that term before he informally became one). He's been homeschooling himself in all things reptile. It's kind of impressive. It's kind of driving me nuts.
Like I said, this is pretty much in the bag. I definitely see one, if not more, scaly family members in our future. His enthusiasm is a bit contagious, but I want him to wait. I told him it would be at least a month before we bring a gecko or anything else home, even though he now knows where every stinking gecko distributor is within a 50 mile radius of our house.
My reasoning? (a) I had to wait for stuff. (b) In this world of instant gratification, I think waiting is good. And (c) I had to wait for stuff.
Growing up in a small town, long before the internet, where there weren't that many "real" stores, I often wanted things. But it was just normal to know that it would be a while before I'd have access to them. Our family would make trips about once a month to the little bit larger town an hour and a half away. Finances willing, we would satisfy our consumer wants. I think waiting for stuff made the stuff more special.
So, he dreams longingly for a cuddly cold-blooded companion. Because I had to wait for stuff.