Who would know a 4 year old would have such an incredible memory?
A year ago, Critter asked me for a critter of his own. A hamster, that's all. I wasn't about to turn a fragile little hamster over to my sweet but frisky little boy, so I put him off. "Maybe when you're five. A pet is a huge responsibility. If you help to feed and clean up after Juneau until you're five, and I can see that you're helping and responsible, you can get one when you're five." I answered. I took it for granted, his memory.
Do you know what Critter said to me as I got out of the shower earlier this week?
"Mom, you said you would get me a hamster when I turned five."
Oh, I did.
I tried and tried to weasel my way out of it. "A fish tank? You can choose your own fish..."
No go. And I just wasn't going to go back on what I told him so long ago...and crush his little dreams.
**So this is where the brave part comes in, for those of my facebook friends.**
I mustered up all my strength this morning, after many a conversation about care and feeding, cleaning, protecting this critter from our other bigger ones (cat and dog). We headed off to the pet store(s) with birthday money in hand and a mission.
Now I had done quite a bit of research, and from some experience too, I know that Guinea Pigs are better pets for little hands than hamsters. When Critter held a Guinea Pig, she crawled up and licked his neck, ear, head. He fell in love. The hamster was way too wiggly.
Lucky for me I got 50% off a cage at a local feed store too.
So we're all set. First named Fredrick, now she's called Stewart, our Guinea is all cozied up in her upstairs space, safe behind a closed door from kitty.
I'm so brave....and they're so cute.