The horseback riding lesson started well. My 11-year-old rider was in a good mood and energy as were those around her. She was preparing her horse for riding when the friend of the family (who had been on the phone with her grandfather) asked her if she knew where her lizard was.
Grandmother asked why Grandfather wanted to know and was told the cage was empty. All eyes are now on granddaughter. “It’s in my back pack”, she announced. “And just where is your backpack?” “In the car.” (This is Grandmother’s NEW car) “Didn’t I tell you not to put that lizard in my car?” “Yes, but I wanted to show it to Miss Wendy”.
Now, I would like to set the record straight here. I never said I wanted to see the lizard. I was not an accomplice in this, honest. I even stepped up and told her there was a right way to do things and this wasn’t it (as I'm laughing behind my hand).