Even after 15 years, homeschooling brings new adventures.
I walked through the kitchen the other and said, “Is that a guinea pig on the kitchen table?”
The answer was, of course. I’m not sure why these things still surprise me.
Spartacus has it pretty good in our house. Not only was he set up all cozy in his strawberry bed, but Kalina had provided snacks as well. When he finished the bell pepper he moved on to chew the edge of her paper. Why not? Spartacus is fully convinced he has full rights in this house.
I’m not sure it’s occurred to him that he’s actually a pet.
I posted one of these photos on Facebook (because that’s what moms do).
A few hours later I saw this reply by Kalina:
I was like “Okay, he’s eating my homework. I can handle that. I didn’t even have to pay him.
He’s pooping in his house. Okay.
Wait he’s climbing out onto my homework…
He’s pooping on my homework. Awkward.
He’s eating his poop…
Um, let me escort you back to your cage.”
So apparently, just for the record, if you’re Kalina’s friend it totally okay to: eat her homework and even poop on her homework, but eating your poop is the straw that breaks the
camel’s guinea pig’s back.
Good to know.
I tried to explain to her that not only is in normal for guinea pigs to eat their poop, but they make special poop that is meant to be eaten.
She didn’t seem to be impressed which is a bummer since she homeschools and this is what we call “a teachable moment”.