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Okay. Ok. Here is the story of Finn and the Dragon Egg. When Finn was around 3 ½ I took him to a comic convention about an hour away. He was so excited! He dressed up as Dipper from Gravity Falls and I told him he could pick one (1) piece of merch to purchase. Well. My child found the vendor selling dragon eggs. Beautiful. Hard and scaled. Obviously hand-painted and packaged with obvious care in cute little crates. He immediately knew that was what he wanted. I told him he had to wait and look at other merch before making his final decision. Of course, two hours later we were right back at the dragon egg vendor. He picked a beautiful pink and purple one. They gently wrapped it and he carried it very carefully back to the car and through the hour-long car trip home.
Only. When we got home he told me “Mom, I Can’t Wait until my egg hatches into a baby dragon!!!!” I panicked. “Well.” I said, sweating profusely. “The thing about dragons is…they actually take 300 years to hatch.” At 3 ½ he wasn’t really sure what that meant. “So it might not hatch during your lifetime. But you are responsible for the egg and taking care of it and keeping it safe, okay?” I told him what an important responsibility it is to care for a dragon egg. How special and precious it is. So he reads to it every day, says good morning every morning, good night before bed, sometimes he takes it out of its nest box and holds it, extremely carefully. In the winter he wraps it in its own little blanket.
Finn is almost six now and he’s still a very responsible dragon egg caregiver. And that’s the story of how our family came to be the keeper of a dragon.
shycrusadeconfection:
Okay. Ok. Here is the story of Finn and the Dragon Egg. When Finn was around 3 ½ I took him to a comic convention about an hour away. He was so excited! He dressed up as Dipper from Gravity Falls and I told him he could pick one (1) piece of merch to purchase. Well. My child found the vendor selling dragon eggs. Beautiful. Hard and scaled. Obviously hand-painted and packaged with obvious care in cute little crates. He immediately knew that was what he wanted. I told him he had to wait and look at other merch before making his final decision. Of course, two hours later we were right back at the dragon egg vendor. He picked a beautiful pink and purple one. They gently wrapped it and he carried it very carefully back to the car and through the hour-long car trip home.
Only. When we got home he told me “Mom, I Can’t Wait until my egg hatches into a baby dragon!!!!” I panicked. “Well.” I said, sweating profusely. “The thing about dragons is…they actually take 300 years to hatch.” At 3 ½ he wasn’t really sure what that meant. “So it might not hatch during your lifetime. But you are responsible for the egg and taking care of it and keeping it safe, okay?” I told him what an important responsibility it is to care for a dragon egg. How special and precious it is. So he reads to it every day, says good morning every morning, good night before bed, sometimes he takes it out of its nest box and holds it, extremely carefully. In the winter he wraps it in its own little blanket.
Finn is almost six now and he’s still a very responsible dragon egg caregiver. And that’s the story of how our family came to be the keeper of a dragon.
