#not sableye

So when I turned 10 I got 2 birthday parties, divorced parents and all. Mom threw me a reptile party where I got to hold snakes and lizards and stuff and had a blast! Next day at my dad’s I got a water/beach party even though we weren’t at the beach but it was warm enough for water balloons and sprinklers. I remember my dad pulling me aside and saying “Hey, I’m guessing you want your special present now right?” Which of course I did! So he told me to close my eyes and hold out my hands, but what he put in my hands was something kinda sharp and I was so surprised I almost dropped it! Luckily dad reflexes helped me keep my grip. I opened my eyes and in my hands was a tiny, baby bearded dragon! I of course just had to name him Peeka, which in my family is like slang for something sharp, like a thorn. Like “ouch I got a peeka peeka in my foot!” ya know? I don’t know where it comes from but it was the perfect name for my little baby! I loved him like crazy, carried him everywhere I could and showed him off all the time. I have a different one now, Cu, but I’ll always remember my first lizard baby.