Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2016 9:38 pm Re: Hey ! father of 4
I will try to tell the stories in chronological order.
I was a salesman on the road and a client told me he and his son would go fishing on the weekends and the son would bring home a pail of turtles for the week to play with and then return them the next weekend.
I told my recent bride and she told me she had turtle when she was young, it was named Skipper.
I told the client that and I received a message one that he had to see me. ( I had no idea)
When I arrived there I instantly fell in love with this tiny little girl.(1" shell)
I got home and put her in the bath tub and waited for my wife to find her.
We giggled and oogled and we were in love. We would rush home from work to play with the baby.
We lived in an apartment and would go out at night with tweezers and a flashlight looking for bugs.
After a few weeks we decided we would let Skip return to the outdoors. We tearfully placed her in the stream and she looked up at us in bewilderment, I motioned with my hand for her to swim but she just followed my hand with her eyes. After 10 minutes I placed my hand back in the water and she promptly swam over and climbed on. We all returned home.
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She was a tiny queen with a gigantic attitude. We were her subjects.
My wife would hold her at night while watching TV, she would cover the baby in her blanket and Skip would force her way out. She would watch the TV, eyes getting heavy but refuse to get under the blanket. When and only when she was ready she would climb off my wife's lap, proceed to climb on the arm of the sofa, look over the edge, climb down, saunter across the sofa and over me (coming through !!!), look over the edge at my end, return to my wife, climb up her chest, climb in the blanket and take one hand and pull the blanket over her head.
She did that for quite a while.
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My wife went away for a week and I was the care giver. Upon returning my wife went to Skip and called for her. My wife placed her hand in Skip's water, she swam over, sniffed, climbed on her hand, stared up with her golden eyes, waited a few seconds, reached down, gave a good bite to the heel of my wife's hand, let go and swam away. (do not leave me again!!)
stay tuned.....final chapter of Skip
Children that fit in the palm of your hand.