My son wants a pet "of his very very own to make him so happy!"
I asked what he wanted -- thinking he was going to say fish. Or cat. Or dog.
Nope. He wants a giraffe.
"Well," I said. "Giraffes are really tall. We don't have room in our house."
"Yes we do," he informed me. "In the living room."
Okay, that is true. But I wasn't done yet.
"Okay, but how will we get it in the house? It's too tall to fit through the door."
After thinking about it, Boyo said, "Well, when it's a baby it will fit. So we have to get a baby giraffe."
"But when it gets big, it won't fit outside to go potty. I don't want giraffe poop in my living room."
"Mommy, it's okay. Daddy will clean it up."
I love my boy.