My eight-year-old son's hamster had eight little hamster babies two weeks ago. They were doing great, in another week we can separate them from the mommy hamster.
Today, I was checking on the brood and could only count seven babies. I took all the critters out and carefully sifted through the bedding (they bury themselves) - no eighth baby.
I sat son down to explain to him what had happened when he came home from school. He sat quietly and a tear welled up when I told him about the tragic demise of one of his babies. He accepted this, taking it rather well.
About an hour he walked up to me and asked if he would ever have to worry about a similar fate.
I confess that my brilliant, eight year old son is concerned that I may one day eat him.
He is so cute!
(I told him he would never, ever have to worry his pretty little head about that!)
Monday, March 07, 2005
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