There was a little turtle.
His name was Tiny Tim.
I put him in the bathtub, to see if he could swim.
He drank up all the water.
He ate up all the soap.
And now he's sick in bed with a bubble in his throat. POP!
It's one of his favorite little tunes, and he often walks around the house humming or singing it to himself.
This is why I was a crazy mom, and stopped in the middle of the road the other day, turned on my hazards, and ran like mad towards this little guy:
Yes folks. We finally have our very own, Tiny Tim. Affectionately named by our resident 3 year old.
He's mighty proud of his newfound friend. I'm not sure the sentiments are shared by Timmy, who tries to run like mad whenever we let him out of his box.
Connor loves the "tuttle" too.
So far we've fed him celery, melon, banana, grapes and kale. He loved the melon-- ate that right up. Only took a few bites of everything else.
We'll be releasing Tim back into the wild this weekend. I'm sure it will be a sad moment for two little boys, who have loved petting and playing and watering and feeding for the past two days. Hopefully it will be a fun memory for both of them.... here's to hoping we find another turtle soon!
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