Those of you who have been following this blog a while know that my son really wants a pet turtle. He begged me. He begged his dad. He begged his grandparents. His grandpa was going to get him a turtle for his birthday, but my husband vetoed that. "No way!" he said.
Well, my son's buddies came to the rescue. They knew it was his birthday, so they wanted to get him an extra special birthday present. Four of his buddies got up bright and early to go turtle hunting. They must've known that the turtles would be out at that time.
They were armed with fishing poles, hooks, and salami. They marched to the lake and cast their lines, determined to catch a turtle for my boy.
And do you know what? They caught not one, but two turtles - a red eared slider and a painted turtle. The boys marched to our house and delivered the special birthday presents.
You should've seen my son. He was beside himself. He couldn't believe that his buddies caught him a turtle.
I guess that's what friends are for.
(Now what the heck are we going to do with those things?)