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).
