Tuesday, February 10, 2009
The kids were given a pet hamster for Christmas by a very good friend of ours. Coincidentally, I had been thinking about getting them a hamster or a chinchilla as a pet since they'd been begging me for a dog.
(Their dad got a puppy so they don't ask anymore. Whew!)
They named their new pet hamster, "Muffin".
Eh, I don't ask.
Muffin is an adorable teddy bear hamster with quite a personality. Every evening, we take him out of his cage and let him run around in his hamster ball in the house. He knows after his exercise that we will play with him a little and then put him back in his cage to eat. He immediately runs to his food dish to wait for little nuggets of seeds, peanuts and carrot sticks which he promptly stuffs into his cheeks.
This hamster cursed at me in little squeaks when I cleaned his cage and threw out all of the nuts and seeds he'd been hiding in his hamster wheel. It was the funniest thing ever to see him on his hind legs just shaking his little hamster fist at me and going all "Squeak! Squeak! SQEEEEAAKKK!"
He's pretty cute. Ya know, in a hamster kind of way.
The friend who gave us Muffin has two hamsters of her own. These two hamsters were left alone together and apparently were of the opposite sex. Let's just say that now, our friend has lots more hamsters.
Serves her right for not warning me about the hamster surprise at Christmas!
We're sitting at dinner the other night and Rose begins asking questions:
R: Mommy, do you know if Muffin is a boy or a girl hamster?
T: Baby, I have no idea.
R: I know how we could tell! We could put a girl hamster in the cage and see if they make.
T: (giggles) Did you say "make"? You mean, "mate", sweetie. How would you know if it was a girl hamster anyway?
R: A girl hamster would have the babies. And I guess a boy hamster would probably have a teeny, tiny little.... you know...
T: Teeny, tiny little what, Rose?
R: (embarrassed) You know, Mommy. You don't want me to say it at the table do you? That would make us want to throw up.
T: What would make us want to throw up?
About this time, Grace decides to chime in, exasperated.
G: (rolls eyes) Mommy, she's talking about penises!
Oh my! My Grace has come along way since thinking penises were lollipop-shaped vaginas!
Heh. Should I be proud?
Teddy Bear Hamster picture came from here