True to her word, this evening Kaitlyn asked me for a paper towel so she could walk around and pick up the rodent droppings deposited by the hamster while he spun in his exercise ball. For those who have never had the joy of a hamster in the house, they are basically pooping machines that leave little pellets everywhere… all the time.
Anyway, she picked up and washed her hands. Yes, I did have to explain to her that one does not put the towel with the tiny turds on the kitchen counter. But at least I only had to tell her once. So far.
She doesn’t pick up her Polly Pocket shoes with as much gusto as she picked up that shit. That’s one point for the rodent… minus one for the plastic girl.
A test opportunity lies ahead with her knowing the rodents go away in two weeks, and she has two weeks of constantly cleaning up after these to prove her ability to maintain a pet, without being prompted. I can remember when a cat arrived at our house and I refused to go along, and took it down the street to the Whitingers for a home. Well, the ensuing tantrum from you and your brother led your mother to recall the cat summarily, and Sugar remained with us for years. So the best laid plans don’t always play out as written.