The Runner Up

In the final Pet Smart hour, Grayson chose a tree frog.

This choice, however, got overruled by the ogre me who felt a heat lamp in a four year old's bedroom was a bad idea.

Call me callous.

So in the end end, after Abby lost her mind over a princess mermaid aquarium overpriced thing, he settled on Sheldon.  

Spiderman?

Sparticus?

oHh-Wah-Heeee (I have no freaking clue.)

The name is still in flux.  

Mostly, he just calls him his Lobster.

And poor Lobster already got evicted from Grayson's room last night because Grayson felt all the crab digging and burrowing was going to keep him up all night.  Oh, my son.  Just you wait.  May I live long enough to see you have babies who root around in the night a lot louder than your Lobster.  Or hermit crab.  Or Hawaiian delicacy, oHh-Wah-Hee.

May he teach you to eat your veggies.

Or at the very least have patience with the things that wake you up nine hundred jillion times at night.

Because that one?  It's a toughie.

Sweet Dreams, Lobster.  I pray you make it until Halloween because we have a sick superhero costume all ready for you.

I hope you're not allergic to finger paint.