Carlos

Everyone, meet Carlos, the newest member of our household.

Carlos had a sketchy past as an illegal gun smuggler before he came to us. He spent several years in a prison with other revolutionaries, not unlike Soma in Prison Break. He's reformed and now is a productive member of the household, busily blowing bubbles and flaring at me when he doesn't approve of my wardrobe choice. Carlos is currently living in an oversized punch bowl. He seems to like it.

Carlos came out of a trip to the pet store with my niece to pick up a swanky cage for her bunny, Ella. I poked around the fish department for a while and came out with him. When I picked up the husband after work, I said "I went to the pet store. I got something." Instantly, he said, "you know you are not allowed to get a kitten." I repeated, "I got something." He was very relieved to see it was only a fish. This is a field deployment of Feminine Wiles tactic #35: When you're telling them you've done something unexpected, always make them expect the worst. Then, when they see what you've done, they are so thankful that it isn't what they thought it was, you're totally off the hook.