Not Tucker the Human, Tucker the Lizard. Tucker caught his first lizard, well...his friend caught the lizard at our house so Tuck, being the sweet boy he is, confiscated it and announced it was HIS lizard. Thankfully, his friend really is sweet and didn't mind, he's a lizard catching pro and catching lizards is nothing new to him. This, however, was Tucker the Human's first taste of lizard catching and he was thrilled. He soon decided they'd share a name, Tucker the Human and Tucker the Lizard. Him and Tatum made a "house" in the backyard. Tucker the Human was SO proud that he could pick him up; to me it looked as if Tucker the Lizard's guts were being squeezed but thankfully, he kept right on breathing and moving. The blondies wanted to keep him forever and store him in the house, which doesn't work for me. Tatum took a liking to the reptile almost as quickly as Tucker the Human but, being the girly girl she is, wouldn't pick him up. One can only imagine how sad and ANGRY they both were when I announced Tucker the Lizard would NOT be spending the night and it was indeed time to release him back into the wild. They fought and fought to keep him not understanding he would die if they did. They snuck him into the house and hid him. I walked down the hall just as they were coming out of Tatum's room. "We hid the lizard in Tatum's room," Tucker the Human announced. Tatum tried shushing him, he didn't realize he'd given away precious info. In the end they relented and Tucker the Lizard was safely released into the wild. They were both mad at me for the rest of the evening. Tatum can sure hold a grudge! The next day Tucker the Human was once again in the backyard hunting for lizards.
In other Tucker news, he got a hold of a razor and shaved half of his right arm, one long strip of his right leg, and some of his belly. Nice. He was quite proud of himself!
Being the typical boy and all that comes with it, I noticed something. He and I were snuggling just before bed, like we do every night, when I notice his wall where his bed meets the wall. Boogers, several of them, stuck there. NASTY! I asked him how they got there and he begins to tell my some obviously false story. Perhaps he's embarrassed, I didn't press, but laughed inside. It made me remember my brother and his wall. Perhaps booger picking followed by smearing all along the wall is genetic. Who knows. I'm just thankful my brother's wall was MUCH worse!