Gibson is a little trouble maker. And he loves to get a reaction out of you when he knows he's doing something bad. I almost feel like I should ignore the bad things he does, and then maybe he won't do them anymore. Because it seems he only does it to have you chase him.
This weekend, while Casey was helping his mom move, I took Gibson to Prehistoric Pets over on Brookhurst. He loved it as much as I do. When we first walked in, there was a monitor lizard. That was the first one he saw. I felt him cling on tighter because he wasn't sure what it was. And then he did his gasping sounds. It was cute. I took him around the whole place, the snakes seemed to "scare" him the most. How does he know what a snake is? Or that he should be scared of it? I thought that was pretty cool. Instinct I guess.
I took him to the fish store too, but that didn't seem to impress him as much. So we didn't stay long there. Hopefully he stays interested in reptiles though. Maybe later on he can convince his dad that we need a snake, since I can't seem to.