OK, so the little guy has a pet. He saves up his money from the recycling, and then, when he reaches a set amount, divides it into three piles: money to give, money to save, and money to spend. The most recent $10 went to buy a (drumroll please) fern. That’s right, the little guy’s first pet is a fern. He sat with it on his lap during TV time this evening, checking it over for brown bits. He watered it, very seriously. He feels a little awkward about talking to it, but is willing to breathe on it — he is quite pleased by the oxygen/carbon dioxide exchange. Symmetry of all types pleases him.
Eccentric but endearing — a fine combination in my mind.