We get to the pet store. We look around. He looks at the mice and hamsters, oohhing and ahhhing. The store associate comes over. I tell her what my son is thinking about. That was mistake number 2.
She gets another associate to come over and they tell me about this cute little hamster that has allergies. That was mistake number 3.
They proceed to take it out so my son and I can get a better look at it, all the while extolling the virtues of hamsters. Mistake number 4.
We walked out of the store having spend $45 I don't really have on an allergic hamster, cage, food, and specialized bedding (for said allergy). MISTAKE NUMBER 5!
Now, my son is in bed, I have a hamster (they are nocturnal) who has been running in her wheel for the last 1 1/2 hours non stop- driving me crazy! She also likes to climb the bars of her cage looking for her escape route. I hope she calms down soon, otherwise I may go insane pretty soon. This is my sons early Christmas present, but guess who will end up cleaning the cage? Feeding? Watering? And who do you think will conveniently "forget" that Sophie is a Christmas present? What the heck have I gotten myself into?
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