His name is Turt. Turt the turtle. Kevin named him. A lady at my work gave him to us a couple of months ago. She brought him to work one day in a little cardboard box and sat it by my desk. Turt was shy and quiet the whole day. He wouldn't even come out of his shell to eat. When 3:30 came, me and Turt headed home. I placed his little box on the passenger seat and thought he would be still on the way home. Boy was I wrong! lol He climbed out of his box and started climbing up the seat. I hit the brakes and down he fell - back into his box. This continued the rest of the trip home! Finally we arrived home and I made him a little pen in the back yard. You should of seen Kevin's face when he came home from work and noticed our little friend and the home I made in the back yard. At first he didn't want him - but I finally talked him into keeping him. Then one day, we let Turt out in the back yard to roam around. I asked Kevin to keep and eye on him so we don't lose him. I'm inside checking dinner, when Kevin returns inside. "Um, did you pick up Turt?" I ask him. "Oops" he responds and runs outside. Turt was gone. Some father Kevin is huh? We search and search. Finally I give up and start eating, but Kevin continues to look and finds him underneath some leaves! We were very happy. Since then, we have become better parents to little Turt.
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P.S. Don't feel bad Kevin, We've almost left Eloise sleeping on the pew a couple of times. Don't worry though, when it's a real kid Beppi and Sister Lay will keep you on your toes and set you straight!