Our new pet

Imagine T's surprise when he came home last night to this:

I don't know whose expression was more priceless:  T's as he walked in to this,
or Buddy Bear's expression, as seen in the background, upon seeing that T had arrived home.

Apparently I had neglected to mention that we had acquired a new pet.  

Meet Lewis, our pet Dragon.

Yes, I said Dragon.  Just don't call it a basketball hoop covered by blankets and my good table cloth.

The afternoon started innocently enough, just a simple game of dress-up between a Prince and a Doctor.  But then the Prince couldn't convince the Doctor or the little brother to be his dragon, and the benevolent Fairy Queen appeared and offered to give the Prince and Doctor a Dragon to fight as long as they promised to be gentle.  Well, the good Fairy Queen was true to her word.  The Dragon was so cute and life-like that the Prince and Doctor soon tired of fighting the Dragon and decided to make it their pet instead.  Lewis enjoyed all the food and drink a dragon could desire.  Since then, he has become quite the fixture in our home.

Such a sweeeeeet, sweeeet face.

Did you notice his red slithering tongue?
And yes, his eyes may resemble our Pentecost flames from our breakfast last week,
but it's just because our Dragon is filled with the Holy Spirit.

Lewis, just between you and me, I would like my living room back.  No offense.