OK, so we were at the flea market today (Where we NEVER buy or even the touch the animals YUCK) and my mom was with us. She calls me over to this pen of birds and says "what are these", I say "silkies", she says "why don't YOU have any of these", I reply "they're the devil" to which she replys "Oh, I want some of them". I JUST about fell over. The ONLY kind of animals my mother likes are the ones on her plate. I said, "what the &^%$ are YOU gonna do with silkies?" and she turns around SO serious and says "why, let you keep them for me". I said, "oh ^$@# no you ain't, now come on". This woman must need some of Debi's medication. She NEVER would let us have anything but a fish when we were little because she could flush them when they died and they only cost a quarter a piece, and now she wants silkies to keep at MY house. I swear the older I get, the crazier all my family gets.