I did the unthinkable. I adopted three pink flamingos, and have settled them in on my front lawn. My 8 year old son is in disagreement with my decision, asking me, “Is this necessary?” My 5 year old, now he completely welcomes the new addition to our family.
“Oscar, meet Ernie, Ernie, meet Oscar, Pink meet Oscar and Ernie.” This is my 5 year old son introducing the flamingos to each other, touching each of them on their plastic molded feathers on their back as he tells them their names. Then, he picks one up, leaving the two legs behind, sticking out of the ground. But, this is okay, as the flamingo is using my son’s legs. Oscar, the pink flamingo, is tightly nestled and tucked under his arm, pink neck craning out to look as his eyes move wildly around. My son marches around the tree in our front yard, as he sings sweetly to Oscar, the pink flamingo. I cannot make out the words from where I am, unfortunately.
So, our flamingos will stay with us. So far, they seem to be enjoying each other’s company, being forced to get to know each other because of their display position, all of them facing each other, their legs pushed firmly into the ground. I wonder what they talk about all day? I will ask my five year old, I just know he knows and will tell me all about it.