The Littlest Pet Shop

Every Tuesday I attend a work meeting from my home office.

Charlotte is napping and Lily is (at times) bribed to keep to herself for 30 - 45 minutes.

TV is a wonderful bribe.

Ice cream works.

A promise to keep a place in heaven is effective.

(Just kidding on this last one.)

A promise that she won't be grounded for the rest of her life is always appropriate.

I use all sorts of manipulations for the needed "professional" atmosphere.

I am not above any. If it works, in this moment, its for me.

"Sure Love, go ahead and flood the bathroom! Just have fun! Be quiet! I love you!"

I am always come out entertained by her choices when I see what she has done when left alone.

I always walk into some sort of surprise.

The good. The bad. And the ugly.

Last Tuesday was a scene that looked like this...
Creepy, right?

Yet kinda sorta adorable?

"What is this Lily?"

"A pet shop!' she replies and I LOL.I like how each animal is displayed as a stepping stone and on a different level.

I think we can work on our Animal Rights, and Minimal Packaging efforts,

which is great. Because I can see she is not ready for a pet.

And neither am I.

And I am asked daily if she can get a hamster, a bunny, a puppy, a kitty for Christmas.

And the answer remains NO!

Did you hear that "Santas?"

NO!