Junior wasn’t handed to his adoptive parents by an agent of the Interstellar Adoption Agency: he was mailed to them. Jenny could still remember removing the tiny blue egg from it’s bubble-wrap protection and settling it with care under the Infrared light in the nursery. It was such a proud and happy day.
But now, watching him crawl inquisitively around the yard — all two hundred kilograms of him — Jenny was mostly filled with worry. The ‘terrible twos’ were not that far off.
She crossed her arms and sighed. “George, dear, we’re going to need to a bigger crib.”