When I got Raven up this morning it was like any other school day. She did her normal routine. Bathroom, wash face, brush teeth, scrub fingernails, get dressed, say good morning to hamtaro . . . that’s were the routine stopped short and she came running to tell me with tears filling her eyes that she thinks Hamtaro is dead. Sure enough, there he was laying on his back at the bottom of his hamster slide looking as if he took one finale ride down the slide before he bit the dust. Raven was understandably upset. I picked up Hamtaro’s little dead body and placed him in a little jewelry gift box and told Raven that I would bury him while she was in school. She did some more crying, wiped her tears away and got on the school bus.
When she came home she was feeling much better. Not upset. Still sad but able to make jokes and move on with her life. She told me that she told some of her friends what had happened. That’s when our conversation turned more then a little odd.
Raven: I told some friends about Hamtaro.
Me: What did they say?
Raven: Not much.
Raven: Are you upset about Hamtaro, Mommy
Raven: He’s going to come back from the dead and bite you for not being upset.
Me: Well, if I get bit by a zombie hamster then I will turn into either a zombie or a hamster. Possibly both, I’m not sure.
Raven: That would freakin’ cool!
Yep, she acts more like me every day (poor kid).
Anywho, Rest In Piece Hamtaro. You where a good dwarf hamster.