My youngest son has started collecting pets at an alarming rate; he comes home with one or two a day but on occasion huge handfuls of them. I guess there is one small mercy they are not the fur or feathered variety. They are things like stones, bits of shiny paper and Blu Tack (a personal favourite of his). He has eyes like a hawk, that can spot something microscopic and interesting from miles away, and then he homes in on it!
My pockets are boarding a wide collection of different “pets”. At the park I am often pushing my son and what appears to be an empty swing next to him which is in reality a pet stone hitching a ride… people must walk past thinking I have gone slightly mad! It would be okay if the stone was sizeable they might hazard a guess, but my son enjoys the teeny tiny sized pet. Blink and you miss it!
But on the plus side it’s a pleasant way to pass the time as often the pets come home and get a make over.
Here he is painting his latest collection of pet stones.
Admiring his artwork!