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.
What about the new hamster rules? C’mon – you’re holding out on us! ;)
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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!!
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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!
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shhhhh! Those were wewwy destwuctive hampsters.
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Actually, the car was my idea. His plan involved his .22 revolver.
Poah hamstoah! Both were bad ideas. :-(
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Hmm… seems like don’t spin the hamster should have been a rule.
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HAHAHA!!!
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