Debi was so excited to finally meet a pig. While reading Charlotte’s Web, she had petitioned me several times for her own little Wilbur.
Finally we got to the darling animal farm at Thanksgiving Point and Deborah was thrilled to see real pigs.
Until . . .
One pig had the nerve to poop in front of her.
Deborah was horrified.
“Ewwww Mom,” she said, just like my boys would say it when they found something wonderfully disgusting, but she was very disturbed, burying her face in my shoulders.
She wanted to leave the pig pen immediately, and it was all I could do to get her to pose for a picture.
I guess we won’t have to buy a pig after all.
When did your fantasy turn into reality? How did you deal with it?