So for those of you that read my last post about my daughter's budgie kicking the bucket, you will remember the death talk. Well...this morning I was awaken again by my daughter...again way too early in the morning (with the empty bottle of red wine still on the counter from the night before). She woke me up to advise me that my son's guinea pig had babies and I just had to get up and see them. I said she must be mistaken and go back to bed. Being 7, she obviously can count and she informed me that the night before there were 2 guinea pigs in the cage and today there are 4.So

I get up...go downstairs into the boy's room and there are indeed 2, surprisingly very large, guinea pig babies. One is up and boogying along, the other...not so much. He is kind of laying on his side twitching. So once again, we are talking about death at 6:15 in the morning. Why am I not allowed to sleep!! I explained to Isaac that this baby is probably not going to make it. He was quite upset because Slipper (mom guinea) was not cleaning him or paying him any attention at all. We then spoke about survival of the fittest and how the mom will just leave him be if he is not going to make it. My daughter thought we should quickly sell him before he died so we can at least get some money out of him. Always the entrepreneur.

It is always quite the feat trying to keep my already ADHD ridden son focused in the morning, let alone throwing new guinea pig babies into the mix. I think my talk this morning served more than one purpose. I explained in detail how if a mommy thinks one of their babies is not going to make it they get virtually no attention, no food, no milk...nada...nothing...zilch. At which point I looked up and made quiet eye contact with each of my 3 angels. I'm pretty sure they got the message.We will see...