Children and small long-tailed pets (or no-tailed, as the case may be) have once again provided a parent with the “cute story”. The one that will remain with the child forever more. The one, that as a teeneager, they will roll their eyes and say “Oh, Mom.” The one, that as an adult, will bring out the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Talking to a friend this afternon about the behavior patterns of his 9-year old daughter, he said how good she has always been, but that lately she has had a few episodes that have been a little problematic, but cute and funny problems. Case in point: recently, she kidnapped one of the classroom hamsters, putting it in her backpack, feigning surprise when she opened it on the way home in the car, “discovering” that someone must have put it there. That was her story. A story she stuck to for several hours until Dad came home and broke her in 5 minutes.
It reminds me of the time when my daughter and her friend were quietly, need I mention, too quietly, playing in her friend’s bedroom while the adults finished dinner. Eventually, they appeared at the top of the stairs, calling down to tell us that “somehow, the hamster got into the record player, and they couldn’t get him to come out.” They too, stuck to their story, until many years later when they acknowledged that while giving said hamster a ride on the turntable, he had made a mad dash for the safest place he could find–through the opening at the back of the box. From his perspective, it was way better than riding the merry-go-round to the tune of Cinderella. It took the Dads at least half-an-hour to get him out. Those beady little eyes staring through the crease in the side remains etched in my memory. What a hoot–make that squeak…. Oh, Mom.