Lizards and Crickets

I blogged this on my site, but Mom asked if I would post it here for ya'll:

Here's proof that we talk often of our extended family to our children (it's all good talk. We want them to think that their "family tree" is made up of angels)...

We were talking today at breakfast about which pets we would all like to own. Ben suddenly claims that he is "allergic" to dogs, (?), therefore he wants a kitten. Aaron wants to have a pet giraffe. He thinks they would be great because they are so quiet, unlike the donkey that lives down the street. Spencer rattled off a list of pets ranging from lizards to snakes to elephants to myna birds and everything in between. We were able to convince him that elephants were too big, myna birds (or any bird for that matter) belong outside and they would drive us crazy with their constant tweeting inside. Turtles spread salmonella and snakes were definitely, under no circumstances allowed in our home unless he were to go out and catch one with his bare hands, all alone (yeah, like that'll ever really happen). I told him I wouldn't mind having a lizard and that I though it would be an okay pet to have. We talked about what it would take to care for a lizard, informing our children that lizards eat live crickets and they would either have to buy them or catch them. Aaron piped up and simply said, "No, Mom. Why don't we just feed them our Aunt Cricket?"

Hee, hee, hee...