Being Responsible…for a turtle
Logan came home from my parents’ house the other day longing for a pet turtle. If you haven’t noticed yet, he’s a nagger. Nag, nag, nag. Persistence until I want to bang my head violently against a wall. Asking for an alligator, snake, iguana, turtle, or a tiger that won’t bite is the norm around… Continue reading Being Responsible…for a turtle