Jack started preschool (he calls it “playschool”) this week! When I came to pick him up from his first day, he was excited to tell me all about his fun day.
Transcript of the conversation:
Mom: What was your favorite part of preschool?
Jack: The legos. And the goo table. I had a worst part, too.
Mom: What?
(I thought you were supposed to have nothing but fun in preschool)
Jack: Some kids tortured the hamster. It died.
Mom looks at teacher, who quietly nods her head.
Mom: That’s so sad. What… umm… What happened?
(Do I really want to know?)
Jack: The kids were playing with it and they spinned it really really fast and it died.
*I should probably stop here to explain that Jack can’t say his /r/ sound very well. So it actually sounded like this:
“…they spinned it wewwy wewwy fast…”
I looked at the teacher, who nodded her head again.
That, along with the image in my head of the spinning hamster, was enough to set me off.
I started laughing.
Pretty hard.
Then Jack started grinning.
I’m pretty sure the teachers had a lot to talk about when we left that day.
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What about the new hamster rules? C’mon – you’re holding out on us! ;)
wewwy intewesting, the pooow hamsteww. I don’t see anything wewwy funny about it!
Glad that he’s having fun in playschool
Love you guys!!
It’s funny that Grandpa Mike suddenly has a soft spot in his heart for hamsters. I recall from my childhood that he has a much better way to deal with those pesky hamsters… his car!
shhhhh! Those were wewwy destwuctive hampsters.
Actually, the car was my idea. His plan involved his .22 revolver.
Poah hamstoah! Both were bad ideas. :-(
Hmm… seems like don’t spin the hamster should have been a rule.
HAHAHA!!!
hahahahahahahahahaaha….and the reason we have never had a hamster!