Sam, the intrepid six year old next door, came blasting over a few minutes ago.
I asked why he wasn’t at school and his response was…”I gots the mumpers”
I said “mumpers?”
Sam replied “yup, I got a dipeased called mumpers, and I gets to stay home from school and my teacher says it’s gonna take foreber to gets better but I am getting better now“.
I figured the boy has the mumps……..thank goodness George and I both had the nasty illness as children!
Sam then told me “I gots two new pets. Wanna see um, Gramma Suze?”
I said “sure thing Sam, want me to come to your house?”
Sam said, “nope. I gots em here just in case”
Now, I am looking right at Sam and he has no pets on him,…but he starts digging in a pocket and came out with what he calls…………….
“A Lobster, Gramma! A real Lobster, and I found it all by myself!”
Of course, I made him take his lobster outside…
That is a crawdad…or what we used to call a crawdad. Maybe crayfish is the best term. it seems Sam has been digging around in a local creek bed.
Of course, after seeing a “lobster” I am now rather worried about whatever else Sam has in a pocket.
I am amazed it didn’t get squished in the boy’s pocket actually.
Sam has taken home his “pets’ now, and presumably his Granny Sally has put him to bed where a boy with the “mumpers” surely belongs. I just hope Sally has an aquarium ready for that Lobster.