meet pratt2.

pratt was so awesome at school yesterday.  i assume he's usually pretty good because they say he is.  but yesterday when i went to get him, i was about 10 minutes late.  i thought he would be in the 4 year old classroom.  but he wasn't.  he was in his classroom with his new teacher.  i apologized saying that i was so sorry and thought he would be out of her hair by now.  she said, "oh no! he wanted to stay with me and help me get the room set up.  and he's such a great little helper.  so we decided he would wait here for you."

all i heard was "such a great little helper".  that's my pratt.  the best helper.

and so we left there and immediately went and got frozen yogurt from leave it to liz.  and then we came home.  he was good all afternoon.  like, went out of his way to help me with his very sick brother.

and so by about 445, i told him i thought we should get another fish.  i mean, he loves fish.  he talks to them.  feeds them.  even well...remember this post?

so yes.  it's time.

clint took him last night.  because daddy is the fish expert.  like, for real.  he is.  they were gone well over an hour.  and came back with this guy.





dad almost died because this little guy cost 16 bucks.  ha.  yes.  16.  when the cashier rang him up he said something like, "whoa.  16.  i thought they were like 5."

her response: "they start at 4.99.  the prettier the fish, the more expensive."

how hilarious is that!?  16 dollars.  that means we MUST keep him alive for at least 16 days.  i think i can handle that.  surely.

pratt named him.  i tried lots of things.  i even tried "buster".  to which he replied, "you can't have two busters mom."

oh, right.

so what's the name?

pratt.

when i threw it right back at him, "you can't have two pratts, pratt."

his response:  "okay.  pratt2."

sounds good to me.