On the second day of spica, my true love gave to me:
Two turtle hugs...
Today, Daddy and I took Hip Chick to the pet store to pick up supplies for our dog and possibly our fish tank. She has recently become enamoured with the sea turtles in Finding Nemo and so we thought she may enjoy petting a tortoise.
We were wrong.
The store clerk kindly pulled out the tortoise and explained that it would likely live 50 to 75 years. Hip Chick was squeamish while merely looking at her fellow green armored friend, but melted into full hysterics when invited to hold it. Daddy held the tortoise and Mommy petted it, but nothing stopped her squeals of terror until it was lovingly placed back into its quiet home.
No new friends made today, but an educational outing at least.
And to follow the traditional carol's format, we must repeat:
...and a babysitter, parents' night free!
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