We bought miscellaneous items for the animal's habitat here and there during the next few months. Mostly everything but the actual frog, which his mother refused to purchase for him. Fast forward to this month. We are at a Holiday Bazar supporting the Kids' school, where we've gone for the last few years. They usually sell random nick-knacks and presents that you can purchase for family and friends. But this year, there was a lady hawking small pets. And once Alexander saw him, he absolutely had to have him.
And who could blame the kid? What you're looking at here is an absolutely gorgeous, bonafide fire-belly toad.
And for a mere $12, he was ours. And by ours, i mean it was supposed to be Alexander's. The smile on that boys face reach from ear to ear, and he began detailing that he had the perfect shelf in his room on which to keep his new toad friend, to which he fondly gave the name: Spottyana Jones.
When mother came to pick him up later that evening, and saw the thumb-sided animal, she lost her ever loving mind. Immediately escalating to an 11, she began ranting and raving and freaking out over Alexander's new pet. "I did not approve of this!" "It's too much responsibility!" "How dare you buy a pet for him without talking to me!" "I don't have time to take care of this!" "There's no way i'm letting that in my house!"
Lest the facts be lost on anyone who's never owned a toad, the thing makes no noise, likes to live in the dark, eats exactly 5 crickets, once a week, and only needs the water changed out every two weeks or so.
And this obstruction came from someone who owned a blind, diabetic dog that ate twice a day, required daily insulin shots, regularly pissed in the house and garage, and shat like twelve times a day, all of which i would have to pick up daily so the kids could actually play on the grass in the back yard.
So yea, the "too much responsibility" argument kind falls flat. The tears streaming down Alexander's face and his horrid realization that he would not be able to keep the pet for which he pined for well over a year was all caught on camera. The choked cries of "but please, momma" were smothered with the typical smug air of superiority and certainty in her masterful parenting style.
That's no consolation for him, of course.
In the end, the frog was "handed" back to me and deemed "an unacceptable gift" for my son.
Now as it stands, Alexander gets to see "His" toad about once a week when he comes to my apartment. So the fact of the matter is... now it's essentially MY animal.
And that's the story of how i got my first pet since grade-school.