I decided to get some chicks for the girls.
The first day, the girls couldn't put them down. They were obsessed. Madoc read the chicks a bedtime story and awoke first thing the following morning to read to them again. I (foolishly) told her that reading to them would help them grow, so she soon decided to stop reading to them because she wanted them to stay small and cute.
Chase had a hard time picking out the "right" chick. There was a lot of discussion about which one was the best chick. Hard to tell, when they are one week old - and there are about 75 all running around inside a tub together.
Now, about two weeks later, the chicks are not so interesting. They are growing very quickly and I'm thanking my lucky stars we arranged the re-homing before we bought them. They have taken over the den - so much so that Hubs doesn't want to watch TV anymore. Not that we watched much at all, but now we watch none at all. Good stuff.