My son is generally good for a treat, so every time the pigs see him, they wheek at him and get all excited. Since he is on spring break from school, they see him all the time and get excited every time, and 9 times out of 10 he runs back upstairs and gets them something from the veggie crisper. Finally today I said, "It's like you work for them." He said, "I know, and they don't even pay me." Me: "It's like you're their slave." Him: "I prefer 'intern.'" So there... my son is the guinea pigs' unpaid intern! LOL!
