We have a hampster. If you know us you are thinking you should NOT have a hampster...but we do so get over it. I didn't mean to agree to the hampster but I did one day when we were in Petsmart. Calli wanted one (and has wanted one) for a long time but of course I say no. So as we took our dogs into be groomed one day, the pleading began for a hampster. Not thinking the kids had any of their own money and assuming that by the time they did get there own money, they would have forgotten about their desire for a hampster, I told her she could get a hampster when she had enough money to get one. That backfired on me because 1. hampsters are cheap and 2. Colson had lots of money that Calli talked him into using on the hampster.
So the hampsters name was Taco. Cute huh? That's the only good thing about getting pets....you get to pick out cute names. But Sunday after the Superbowl, Taco went missing. I'm 99% sure that he wasn't eaten by the dogs, but instead think this destruction was done by my ever so sweet yet curious nephew HUDSON! I noticed the dishoveled cage on Sunday night after I was picking up from some friends we had over to watch the game. The dogs had been nowhere around all day which is why I don't think it was them. The next day Colson and I discussed what could have happened to little old Taco, who's VERY fast and bites!! Colson says "it couldn't have been the Coker boys because they are too smart. But Hudson's not very smart but he does know how to say mama and dada". Now of course Hudson is brilliant but brilliance has nothing to do with the descruction and curiosity that comes with all little boys and in particular toddler boys!
So, 4 days into this and still no taco! No tears here....sorry.
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