Guinea Pigs Day Two

Someone, who shall remain nameless, that looks an awfully lot like my wife, had the bright idea to encourage Logan to keep a journal of the guinea pig’s activities.  Actually, the journal idea wasn’t a bad one by itself but she forgot that eventually we would have to endure a full accounting of every move the guinea pigs made through the eyes of a nine-year-old.  

Sure enough, not a half hour had passed before Logan appeared at the end of our bed.  Like any good parents, we made a feeble attempt to ignore his presence.  I tried to continue writing and my wife turned up the volume on the television.  No luck.  Completely unphased and sensing defeat, he smiled and started at the beginning.  I could see that he had covered the entire page, writing in every conceivable space.  At first, I thought we might have misjudged a child of nine’s ability to write an interesting and concise account of 30 minutes in the life of a pair of rodents.  Sadly, I was mistaken.  I think the realization that I was never going to get these 10 minutes back came at the seventh reading of the sentence, “Then Pepper ate some hay.”  

At the conclusion of his recital, Logan closed the journal and neatly tucked it under his arm.  

“That was just day one.  Tomorrow will be day two.”

If I didn’t know any better I would say that almost sounded like a threat.  Logan danced his way out of the room leaving me to wonder if tomorrow Pepper would eat some more hay. 

- 6 November 2017