Somebody had a birthday last week.
It was a most-anticipated event.
If you can’t tell.
My zany, sweet girl is ten. How on earth did that happen?
Something you need to know about Rainbow: she is persistent. Every day for the last six months, she has mentioned hamsters. Sometimes just in passing, other times in depth. She researched hamsters online, she checked out books about hamsters from the library, she cleared a space on the top of her bureau and put a sign there that said “This space reserved for hamster!”
Guess what she got for her birthday.
I’m not an animal person. I like dogs, but I’ve told my kids we aren’t getting one until everyone can go to the bathroom on their own (and we’re not there yet). To me, a hamster is just a big mouse.
But look at that smile. I’m willing to put up with a squeaky hamster wheel and a vague “pet” smell for that–especially when she has positively assured me she will clean the cage whenever it’s needed.
Happy birthday, dearest Rainbow!