Anyone who knows me very well knows that I'm not much of a pet person. Unfortunately, we have a pet. Anyway, Luke got his dad's love for animals, not mine lack thereof. So I wasn't surprised when I noticed him standing at the windowsill one day quietly talking to a ladybug he'd found. He told me its name was Ladybug the Tramp. Later, when he came out of his bedroom and closed the door, I asked what he was doing. He said, "Shhh, Ladybug the Tramp is sleeping." He'd tucked it into his bed. He went in to check on it later and told me with a chuckle, "He pooped on my bed!"
This kid cracks me up. On another pet-related note, my friend Bridget gave him one of those little creatures that you put in water and it expands. It was a turtle and Luke liked watching it grow. When we took him out of the water, Luke said something about his turtle named Soggy. What an appropriate name:)