This is one of those things that I never got to do as a kid, so I was the first one to sign up once I was the mom.

Guess who's mom volunteered to take home the class guinea pigs over the long weekend? (I was asked to be one of the room parents this weekend, and I guess that's what taking care of rodents will earn you. By the way, I am INORDINATELY pleased about this. I will kick so much ass at room parenting, you have no idea.)

We called this one Plaid. There was a black one with a white spot we called Polka Dot (someone's been watching too much "Project Runway"...). We actually came up with these names ourselves because -- oddly -- these two don't have names. I guess since kids cycle through the classrooms all the time (two classrooms share these guys), no names ever stick around long enough ... though couldn't the teachers just pick two names and call it a day? I mean, are they worried the guinea pigs are going to get confused?

Kermit was intrigued as was an un-pictured Lulu. Especially as I frequently took PD and Plaid out and would hold them in front of Lulu's nose. Lulu's squirrel chasing days are over. The old girl needs to get her kicks somehow, you know? 

Extreme schnozzular close-up!