Wednesday, October 26, 2005
As Barnacle Boy (Crash Kid's sib) and I walked home from school this afternoon he popped out with "Hamsters die when they're overhandled, you know." "I know," I replied, wondering where exactly this conversation was going. As far as I knew, the hamster had been just fine when I left for the college in the morning. "Do you remember when I got sick as you and Dad were going out to dinner and you stayed home to take care of me?" I made an acknowledging noise. "I think it was because I had too many things to do that day and it made me sick, like it can with hamsters." Short pause. "Mom, I think you might be overhandled."
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