.on pets.

Yesterday I was righteous and did my visiting teaching. One of the girls we see has two cats, one of whom is only a couple months old. I was very happy to meet this kitty because he is little and cute and cuddly and he LOVED me. (All cats do. I am the cat whisperer.) I wanted to take him home with me.

So when I got home, I told Kenny that I want one of my own.

"Ha ha. No." He replied.

"Remember our deal?? If I can get a kitten, you can get your ANT FARM!?!"

Kenny really wants an ant farm. One time he said that if I loved him, I'd buy him one.

"Okay, but what would you even DO with an ant farm?" I had asked.

"Just watch 'em!" He exclaimed. "Ants are so cool."

HECK NO is always my response to this proposal of his (I'm terrified the ants will escape and crawl all over my house). "Fine," he had said, "I'll just ask my mom to buy me one."

Well that wasn't okay. My problem was not with purchasing it for him, my problem was actually having an ant farm in the first place. So I thought fast and made a deal. "How about this: you can get an ant farm... if I can get a cat."

Kenny stopped in his tracks and thought for a second. "Huh." He deliberated some more. "That's actually a pretty good deal." He doesn't want a cat in our home as much as I don't want 800 ants in our home.

See? Then we'd both get what we want. I'd get a cat who will follow me around and mew and sleep on my tummy and Kenny could have his ants and watch them create trails all around in their (extremely well-sealed) cage.

(Oh and don't tell Kenny, but the best part of this deal is that if his pets ever escape, my pet will eat them up.)

And that is how our marriage works. We are learning to be such good compromisers. :)