It's Whiskey Time!

Mikayla is a deeply disturbed individual.
First, instead of pets, she's been trying to stock up on Fur Real Friends. She has two so far, and keeps going on the website and asking me if I can help her push the right buttons to buy more. Speaking of which, I should buy a safe to put my wallet into whenever I'm not using it, because as soon as that girl learns how a debit card works, our finances would be ruined. Her Fur Real Puppy has a broken right eye, and that might be a slight indication of how she'd be with real pets. When we had a guinea pig, she'd put it into her doll stroller and roll it around the house, and rock it in her rocking chair. It was never nearly as impressed as she was. Kind of like how thrilled she is to carry Xander around the house, with him squealing (a lot like the guinea pig, actually) the whole way. She just doesn't take "leave me alone" hints very well.
So, today, she announces that she's going to prove to me that she's ready to be responsible for a pet. She would like a mouse, please, since I've said no to dogs and cats. She forgets that I've also banned rodents. And reptiles and birds. For her demonstration, she chose a fly. She's been catching flies and calling them her pets for days, so I just assume that she's already pretty germ-ridden anyway, and just rolled my eyes. Besides, the fly she had appeared to be at least a bit stunned, if not already in poor health. He wasn't too lively.
She made him a nice home inside of her tiny Dora's little treasure chest. When Xander splashed him, she got out a wash cloth and patted him dry. At some point, I saw that he'd expired, and never saw him again. A couple hours later, Aaric opens up the treasure chest and tells her that the fly has disintegrated. She whines that Aaric killed it, I assure her that he most certainly did not, and that besides, it was nearly dead when she caught it!
She claims that he was just fine, and that he was EVEN still fine after she pulled off it's leg. Did you catch that? While proving her worth as a pet owner, she yanked off the leg of her new pet. Is that not disturbing?

So, then, a few minutes later, I'm mixing up an egg wash to dip my tofu in, so that I can deep fry it (I love to junkify my health foods), and I hand the whisk to Aaric. Which is when she screams, "It's whiskey time!!"

I'm raising a barbaric alcoholic. A germy one.

But I must mention how happy she is that Xander wants to sleep in her bed tonight. Actually, he does that a lot. I send the big kids to bed, he runs in there and climbs up into her bed, and when I walk in, he covers up and says, "Ni night!" I've left him in there for right now, and she's thrilled, and wants to know when I'm going to diaper him. If I actually thought that either of them would go to sleep any time soon, I'd just leave him in there for the night. Or that he'd actually stay there, sleeping, the whole night.