A pig named Princess

Logan is our little resident contradiction. He is all at once a rough bruiser boy, constantly in time out for hitting, throwing things at or pinching his sister then the next minute a snuggler who lays his head on my shoulder when I carry him and kisses upon request.

Last week Tom brought home 12 teacup piggies to sell on Ebay. They are apparently very hard to find this Christmas and he ran into them on sale at Walgreen's. Lila loved talking animal toys so he thought he might let the kids keep one. He had them all piled up in the office when Logan discovered them. He went crazy! Tom had all the different colors (tan, black, pink, pinker, etc.) and names lined up. He told Logan he could pick one and although he went back and forth for a while he kept coming back to the pinkest one and the only one named princess.

We thought it might be a passing fad and it was for Lila. She is more interested in the teacup than the pig. Logan on the other hand screams if I leave the house without the pig in his possession. Go figure.

Tom Cruise impersonator/pig lover