Monday, June 28, 2010

All Day Sucka


Smash is dead.
An African Dwarf frog brought by Santa Claus as a Christmas present to Lila after mucho begging and a spate of good behavior, Smash croaked overnight after surviving a considerably long time without his dried shrimp pellets. He is survived by his bamboo plant and neon purple living rocks, which, btw, were supposed to keep him alive in case errant 8-year-olds lost interest in their easy-to-care-for pets and stopped, like, giving a crap about them.
I saw this coming back in April, when I asked Lila how Smash was faring.
“He’s fine, I guess,” Lila said as I peered into Smash’s abode, which was tossed haphazardly on top of her kiddie kitchen, surrounded by random plastic bottles of catsup, fake fish and an orange play chicken.
“When’s the last time you fed him?” I asked in earnest. Smash tucked himself into the corner behind the bamboo. He looked weird.
“I don’t know,” Lila shrugged.
I sucked in my breath and gave my daughter a blank stare and two long blinks.
“Mommy, what? I kept him alive since Christmas,” she insisted.
Right.
The implication here being that we should be tossing up gold sparkles and rainbow glitter over the fact that she bothered at all to take care of the pet she begged for for months, much less kept it alive from Christmas until that very moment.
Such is the life of the little buggers that find their way into our house at the behest of children or well-meaning adults who think it’s a good idea to give living things as gifts to my kids. First, there was Belly, an electric blue Betta fish. He was a present from Gamma Bettye and Papa Jimy, who simply couldn’t resist buying a pet for their granddaughter. Then there was Belly 2--an exact replica/replacement for the first Belly, which died of overfeeding. And Dori--a Finding Nemo replica that the girls just had to have because, well, Ellen DeGeneres was awesome in that movie and who’s cooler than Ellen? 
And then there was M&M, the 23-cent goldfish Mari’s friend’s mom gave out as a party favor to Mari. M&M was an extremely lucky 23-cent gold fish with expensive tastes; he moved into a bowl with accessories totaling $40, purchased for the 23-cent goldfish named M&M because the original bowl was much too small and M&M was way too lonely and plus, M&M really liked flowers and caves.
This is a picture of M&M three days after he came home from the party and moved into his new digs.

MyBrownBaby fish

Exactly.
In fact, the only please-Mommy-if-you-let-us-have-that-pet-we-will-love-you-long-time-and-we-triple-dog-swear-we’ll-take-care-of-it-we-promise-pretty-please-with-sugar-on-top pet that’s lasted is Teddy, a 2007 Christmas present to my girls. I love him, I do. He’s my sweet boy--my heart. And I promise you, the only reason he’s alive is because I’ve assumed most of the care and responsibility for him: I feed him twice a day (or remind the girls to do it); I let him out to pee and run (or remind the girls to do it); I make sure he has his shots and take him to the vet when he’s sick (or make Nick do it); and I schedule his grooming appointments.
This is what mothers do. 
Against our better judgment.
And definitely common sense.

MyBrownBaby dog


The kids make those little smoochy faces and pull out those puppy dog eyes and we say, “Oh, okay--you can have it,” convinced in our minds that this time, maybe--just maybe--those passionate pleas will manifest themselves in some real action. You know, a little tender loving kid care above and beyond an occasional glance. A little responsibility on their parts--responsibility that far extends beyond their mother chasing them around the house, barking, “Did you feed the frog?” and “Are you going to clean out the fish tank?” and “Ew, who’s picking that up?”
But nope--never happens.
So the next time one of those girls fixes her mouth to ask for another pet, I’m going to be strong and hold steadfast--no matter the big puppy dog eyes and the “Please, Mommy” pleas.
So let it be written, so let it be said.
*she says as she packs her purse, grabs her keys, loads her kids into the car and, against all better judgment, lets those puppy dog eyes steer her straight toward Learning Express, where, rumor has it, a fresh shipment of African Dwarf frogs just arrived. *
I will not buy one.
I will be strong.
Man--I’m such a sucka.

"All Day Sucka" was written exclusively for The Parenting Post. Find stories like this and more at the MyBrownBaby page on PARENTING.COM.
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10 comments:

  1. We ended our pet buying days after my boys left the cage open on the hamsters and they ran away. We had them for 2 weeks.

    Peace, Love and Chocolate
    Tiffany

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  2. R.I.P. SMASH
    may you get to eat all the frog you want--

    After our dog died of breast cancer about 12 years ago, we never got another pet for our kids--and yesterday my son, who is 20 says to his dad, "can i have another dog?"--hubby looks at me and i at him, and we both say "no" at the same time--becuz WE know WE're going to take care of it--WE're going to housebreak it, etc..heck, i figure since our kids are grown, i'm tired and i don't have time to raise another pet--R.I.P. PEPSI-COLA---he can get one when he has his own place--{wishful thinking}

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  3. a former boyfriend told me about the poisonous panamanian frogs he and his brother collected and put in a jar. they didn't poke holes in the top, and that night, the poor frogs--probably in the throes of suffocation--jumped collectively, knocked the (glass) jar over and broke it. they escaped all over the house. one got into their parents' bed. did i mention they were poisonous? that was the last "pet" their parents entertained.

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  4. I can't count the number of dead animals that are buried in my mom's backyard....fish, birds, hamsters, lizards, etc... After a pet died (usually from neglect), my mom made us hold a funeral to teach us the importance of life no matter how small. It didn't sink in for a long time though.

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  5. RIP Smash! I've been suckered far too many times, but after the last pet loss I've resigned myself to Build a Bear Workshop's host of dust collecting, albeit immortal "pets".

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  6. I never bought my daughter, who is almost 20, a pet. She wanted electronic stuff wasn't interested in living things.

    I had goldfish as a kid. Others in the house cared for them, I don't remember asking for them. My mother came home with them and I was like OH!
    Sadly, we had kamikaze fish, LOL, even with a lid on the tank, they were found on the floor dead.

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  7. I think every mom on the face of the planet just gave you a solitary "AMEN!"

    From one sucka mom to another!! LOL

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  8. Yep, exactly what @Chocolate Mom aka Blupoetress said. I mean word for word. #SheStoleMyComment *smiles*

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  9. We were never allowed to have pets as kids. Even the fish we had in the the house weren't ours; they belonged to my dad (who continues to this day to have two huge fish tanks and treats his fish like his kids.) Where we live now, in graduate student housing, pets aren't allowed, but once we leave here, I want a dog. But again, it won't belong to my kids. If I'm going to be the one taking care of it, then I'm going to be the one picking it out. No other pets allowed. I won't be a sucka, or so I say now :)

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  10. I would never let my kids have a pet if I knew they wouldn't be fully responsible for it. And if they've failed once, why try again? Essentially, it's not going to be anyone/thing else's suffering but the animals. They are living + breathing animals that can feel -- to allow them to starve to death is just beyond cruel. I'm sorry, but this just irks me so bad because as parents, we have a say in the pets that pass through our home doors.

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