Pitiful Pig(s)

Several weeks ago, Lisa (mom-in-law), Amanda (sis-in-law), Micah and I went to the mall to do some shopping for a new baby that was born in Lisa's side of the family. In between oohing and awing at adorable baby girl clothes, we got sucked into one of those booths that sell things in the middle of the mall. This particular booth sold splat toys that are gooey and full of water. You can toss it on the ground, it will splat and spread out, and then bounce back into it's original shape. Micah thought it was the coolest, so grandma was kind enough to buy him a little splat pig. While Lisa finished up some shopping, the rest of us tossed the splat pig on the ground in the mall. Micah threw it a little too far, and some gentleman minding his own business stepped right on to it and the pig burst open instantly. That was Strike #1.

We were able to get it replaced at the splat booth, but I told Micah we weren't going to play with it in the mall anymore. We took it home and I put it away. The next morning, we introduced the little piggy to dad. He and Micah were splatting it all around the kitchen floor, having a great time when daddy wanted to test his strength. He lifted that little piggy higher than his own 6'4" frame and smacked it down on the floor as hard as he could. I guess the toy wasn't made for that...the pig burst open and was no more. That was Strike #2.

A week or so later, we were at Scott and Lisa's house, and g'pa had a surprise - a replacement pig for Micah! Micah enjoyed dropping and tossing him all over the kitchen floor for about the next 1/2 hour or so. Then he started squishing and squeezing it in his hands. All of a sudden Micah started shrieking and crying. We looked over to find a deflated pig in his hands, and water all over his shirt. That was Strike #3.

I think we've had enough pitiful pigs in our possession...maybe we'll just buy a bag of water balloons next time...