In the van, driving home today from running some errands, Enoch and Ezra were sitting in the far back seat, and Enoch called up to me, "Papa, for a pet, may we buy an owl?"

I told him, "No," and explained that most people have cats or dogs for pets but that Mama and Papa have allergies to cat and dog hair and so we can't get them either. 

"How about a fish?" asked Enoch. 

So Krysta and I leaned together and whispered about the pros and cons of giving our four boys the responsibility of a pet fish. After a few exchanges, Krysta whispered to me, "You know they will stop feeding it and it will die, and I'm not sure I'm ready to work through their little emotions when that happens."

I was about to whisper back that it might be different with boys, when the boys broke the silence from the back seat, proving my point for me. 

Enoch: "Then, after we've had the fish for awhile, we can cook it and eat it!"

Ezra: "Yeah! We could have a fish sandwich!"