Turtle

We have a turtle living with us. I am not happy about it. But when your son finds it in the front yard and is jumping up and down with glee... I guess I didn't want to be the bad guy. At least, not yet. He's a box turtle and his name is Ace. Yes, he already has a name. Another sign he will be hard to get rid of.

Samuel has built him a mansion in his room. He has taken four boxes and made him a eating. play, and sleeping area. It's got windows, doors and tunnels leading him from one box to another. You literally cannot walk into his room because this contraption takes up the whole floor. Ever since he found the turtle, that's all he does. He gets home from school and he goes straight to the turtle.

I'm not sure how I'm going to break it to him. But Ace has to go. It going to be hard. Ace was up on the bed reading stories with us last night. He actually sat and listened rather well. Samuel insists that we are his new family and oh, so much better than his turtle family. Maybe dad needs to be the bad guy.