At the end of last week, Ben took CJ with him to fill up the lawnmower with gas. While at the gas station he saw some children holding a pot belly pig. He heard how they potty trained it, and how it romped about the house. He came home praying that God would let him have a pot belly pig. The next day when CJ asked about it, his "bubble was busted" when both Dad and Mom said there would be no pot belly pigs at our house. (And I do mean it busted. He cried and cried about us telling him there would be no pigs here!)
Gpa and Gma caught word of the lil' boy's desire, and they found him a pig. In fact they bought three pot belly pigs. CJ named his Ginger and BA named his Wilbur. (The third pig belongs to their cousin, which she named Chloe.)
I thought the boys would be all talk and no action when it came time to try to hold them. BA kind of watched while CJ hopped on top of one and scooped it up. I admit, I was impressed! That pig was squealing and carrying on. It sounded kind of scary to me, but the louder they squealed, the wider the grins got on two lil' boy's faces.
Every day since, the boys ask pretty persistently to go see their pig. I'm not sure what possessed their grandparents to actually go buy the three pigs, but as my husband puts it, "There's another attraction at Gpa's house."




2 comments:
uhoh... im sure i will hear about this soon! what in the world was papa thinking! ps... when they get tired of them i want em ;)
Well I told grandpa he was crazy to, but I kinda liked the idea also. Just seeing those lil faces when they took their pig and claimed ownership was priceless :) I am going to figure out a way to get them closer so they can see them more hehe.....who knows what is coming next!
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