When you give your 11year old on his birthday a choice while standing in the middle of a reptile shop a choice between that gorgeous little green basilisk that you've been eying up for a couple of months now and going to the cinema, which do you think he'll pick? Of course being his mother's son, he'll look dreamily at "Toothless" and you know he's chosen well!
If you then catch a glimpse of your daughter cooing over the lonely Eastern Collared Lizard in the viv next door, you really know you're in trouble. How can you resist those sad eyes and your girl going all silly and cute?
No, chance! Not even the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach at the thought of the emptiness of your bankaccount which will only be matched by the emptiness of your stomach will stop you from adding yet another member to your family.

Or maybe it's just me.