What flying is to Jude, animals are to Indigo.
Typical conversation with Indigo:
"Mom, I want a pet. I really want a pet. Can I please, pretty please, with a cherry on top?"
"Honey, we can't have outdoor animals because we don't have enough space. I don't want a rodent and Jude is allergic to cats and dogs."
"Pllllleeeeeeaaasse Mommy!" (cue sobbing) "I," sniff, "will," double sniff, "do anything," sob, "for a pet."
Me from one room away, "When you're 30, you can have a pet, assuming you're not living at home, and that you're not on Dad's payroll."
So today I was at work late in the day and Rachel called me. I was informed that I was not going to be happy with where she and the kids were going. I was stumped. Was she finally going to get a tattoo, but was not going wait for me to go along?
Nope. A pet. She made me guess what kind of pet.
Great Dane? Nope (bummer)
Cat? Nope (whew!)
Ball Python? No (double bummer)
I give up, Honey. Rabbits, she said. Well, rabbits it is. Here they are.
The bunnies were my mother-in-law's idea and since I have a very cool mother-in-law, I really can't complain (besides, she's watching the kids while we go on vacation next month so I have to be extra careful). In addition I have to make a rabbit hutch which means multiple hours with power tools, so all in all, I can live with bunnies. Allegedly, they are both females. Time will tell.