Bacon also has a pig. It's name is Blanket (Named as such because it was under a blanket when I asked Bacon what its name was. At least it's more creative than "Piggy".) and it is a plush piggy bank. It did some initial service as an actual piggy bank but was somehow defective. Any money we put in there would seep out (through osmosis we think as Bacon swore he never took a coin out of it) and get lost so we eventually stopped putting money into it. Blanket serves as one of Bacon's favored stuffed animals, along with a kennel's worth of little bean bag puppies.
Bacon: I've got a new puppy!!Lovely Wife: You do? Where did it come from?
Bacon: It's Blanket's baby. It was in her tummy and then it was born.
Me: Your pig had puppies out of wedlock?
Bacon: Just one.
Me: Alrighty then.
So we've got one son incestuously wed to his baby sister pig and another fathering bastard pig dogs. I'm just thankful we never got a pig for Bear. They're a very bad influence.
It would seem that way... pig issues, I think.
God I love kids. Well...other people's kids!
So, is Bear your only "normal" child?
It depends on how strict your definition of "normal" is. Bear has discovered a new way to torture his brothers - he blows kisses at them. One flighty pucker lofted and they're instantly screaming.
But at least he isn't screwing any pigs.
A child after my own heart. Has very efficient nonviolent methods of dealing with sibling pests, and shuns zoophiliac behaviors. Looks like you have a real winner there, Jim.