Well, I haven’t blundered yet. But I fear I’m about to (someone slap some sense into me). You see, my daughter wants a bunny. Though I’m well aware of the fickleness of youth, I just might buy her one. It’s all in the name of desperation! (Oh, the things one does to fit in to a new place).
You see, I was never in 4H. I…was a girlscout. I know, I know. We got patches for things like going to see ‘Barbie on Ice’ and I recently read on the side of one of those boxes of girlscout cookies (it wasn’t mine, I swear) that selling cookies teaches the girls “business ethics”. “Business ethics”? Really? “Business ethics“?? Please tell me what’s ethical about sending little girls out tramping through neighborhoods and local businesses to push over-priced, heavily processed cookies that are probably made in factories by underpaid and overworked minorities? Sorry. I’ll calm down now (“business ethics“!!????). No, I’m good, I’m good.
Anyways, if I could go back into my own childhood and be my own mother, I would have signed me up for 4 H instead. However, I clearly don’t have a time machine. Nor do I have the power to give birth to myself. I did however give birth to my actual daughter in present day time and look at that! She’s the perfect age to sign up for 4 H. The place we live is rife with 4 H clubs. We need new friends. The timing seems perfect. There’s just one problem.
My daughter is not me (weird, right?) Would you know? She says she doesn’t want to be in 4 H (I know! Even though I need new friends and also pretty desperately need her to be involved in something outside the home. How inconsiderate of her. What is she? Six or something??:). However, I was able to peak her interest when I mentioned the bunny club.
I didn’t know this but you can actually show bunnies at fairs (!!). Who knew? So, enticed by the idea of being around a bunch of huggable fluffy bunnies for the evening, I was able to talk her into attending a bunny club meeting with me (ok, it’s actually called “rabbits and cavies” and cavies are pigs and guinea pigs I guess. You can show those too apparently).
The people were nice. And the bunnies were cute. And it seemed like a cool club to be in (too bad they don’t have a 4 H for adults, right? :)) Ruth was not as impressed. She did like the bunnies, though. And…she says she wants one.
“I don’t even know what to do with a rabbit, though,” I said but feeling myself ready to jump at the chance to join this freakin’ club and buy her a damn rabbit. “I don’t think we could keep it in the apartment.” Which is not a lame parent excuse. I really don’t think we could even if it’s not against the apartment rules and regulations. We already have a cat and dog up in this place (not to mention the goldfish we still need to bring that are sitting in their tank back in the basement of our old house (don’t worry. My in-laws are on fish food patrol and visit with them so they don’t get lonely every few days)).
However, we should be moving into a house soon. Then we can be as loud and obnoxious and have as many messy pets as we damn well like. So…maybe this 4 H club thing will work out after all.
God, I’m a good parent (not).