A Turtle Named Pancake

Since the weather was nice today Brianna and I, once again, took off for the park. And, we had a nice time playing. But our adventure didn't really start until the drive home. As we were making one of the last turns to get to our apartment complex I noticed a little turtle in the middle of the road, bound to get run over any time. So, I pulled over and grabbed him before he could get smooshed. We brought him home and put him in one of Bree's toy crates and I decided to call him Pancake (since he almost was one in the road there). Then we fed him a little snack of carrots and cucumbers and gave him some water. Bree was totally freaking out, laughing at him and saying "tuhtle, tuhtle!" I warned her not to touch him, since he might bite and she was careful not to, but she managed to still interact with him by "sharing" her snack and dropping some of her apple and graham crackers in there (despite me repeatedly telling her that turtles don't like graham crackers). He seemed to adapt pretty quickly and stopped hiding in his shell after a while. He even kept his head out when Brianna went and got one of her plastic baby doll bottles, dipped it in his water, and then held the bottle up to his "lips." By the time Daddy came home she had kind of forgotten about little Pancake though, until I asked her if she wanted to show Daddy the turtle. Then her eyes bugged out of her head and her mouth gaped open. She looked at him and said "Daddy! Tuhtle, side (outside)!" So, we had a little more fun with Pancake the turtle and Travis took some pictures. Then we all took Pancake down to the apartment pond and set him free in the "wild" downstairs. Good Luck Pancake!