The other day, we almost came home with a pet hamster, thanks to the cartoon Franklin. Franklin, a turtle, adopted a pet hamster, or maybe it was his friend Little Bear that did, I can't remember. Anyway, Gabe got big old crocodile tears in his eyes when I told him the sign at the store said he needs to be 7 years old to take care of a hamster. I really wanted to get him one, but I could tell Tim wasn't nearly as interested as I was (likely because he thought he'd be the one taking care of the new pet), so I bought Gabe and Fia a book about hamsters instead. :D And we bribed them with a visit to Toys R Us. Tim was thrilled we got away with getting Gabe a box set of toy motorcycles instead for $12. And Sofia found a set of play food for her dolls.
This morning, Gabe told me, "I'm acting like I'm Ethan's brain, Mom!" as he was running around acting crazy. Where do my kids get this stuff? They are too funny!
It really shouldn't be hard for me to post something once a day. It's just that some days, it's late like it is now and I'm ready to hit the sack. Good night all!
2 comments:
Perhaps Tim was not very enthusiastic about the prospect of a hamster because of a traumatic childhood hamster experience. Tim had a huge hamster habitat and a male & female hamster. Needless to say Mrs. Hamster soon gave birth to several hairless, tiny creatures to everyone's delight. However, we were not aware of a critical bit of information--the mother needed to be separated from the babies after a certain number of days. One afternoon, his Abuelo brought him home from school and he immedialtely ran to visit the hamster family and found only one baby and it was half way in mom's mouth. He got to witness, in horror, Mrs. Hamster munching on her last live offspring!
That comment was not anonymous, it was from Nanni! Just don't know what I'm doing!!
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