Well, not exactly, but Avery sure thought she got a new pet. Last weekend, she came home from Tim's shop with what she was calling a snail. She carried it around everywhere with her, complete with a bugbarn and fresh grass. I really didn't pay too much attention to it until she told me she wanted me to kiss it. When I actually picked it up, it wasn't a snail at all, but a small, round, piece of metal from the welding machine, ha! As a result, I helped her pick out it's name, "Silver."