My son is almost four. His birthday is coming up in June. On the way home last night, he sang his ABC’s. The whole thing. By himself.

One thing he CAN’T do: read.

Therefore, here is his story.

I’m on the way to work when Mommy calls me. She proceeds to send him to the other room, which makes me think something bad happened, or that she’s about to rip a new one into me for something.

Instead, she proceeds to tell me the story of the Moo’s hamsters. Here’s the back story. See, her brother’s girlfriend gave the Lil’ Moo a hamster, complete with fake bubble cage, as a gift.

Okay, so now I’m on the phone with Mommy, and she’s telling me all about how she came home from work Friday night and noticed that Pack, the hamster, was missing from her cage. After looking around for her, Mommy found Pack under the dining room table.

Saturday, they did the whole cardboard box funeral. He insisted that everyone put a flower on his grave, and then he showed concern about his uncle’s dog, because he’s old. Mommy also told me that the Lil’ Moo wondered if maybe Pack was just sleeping, playing. But overall he’s been real good about the whole thing.

They went out and got a new hamster, which he named Pillow, because Pillow reminded him of… a pillow. Mommy went to work and all was good.

When she got home, she checked out the cage, and noticed that Pillow was gone. She checked and found Pillow where she found Pack. Mommy decided NOT to tell the Lil’ Moo this, and instead said that Pillow ran off to find a new home, and to find Mommy’s rabbit from when she was his age.

I thought that was cute. Mommy then told me that she was going to get him another hamster. I said to her, “You know I love you, right? Do you REALLY think that’s wise, though?”

She felt horrible, since it wasn’t even 24 hours from the death of one hamster and the death of another. To the point where when I went to pick my son up, he didn’t have a new hamster.

He has two.

And a new cage. Well, more like an aquarium. With lots and lots of stuff on top to keep the cat from getting in.

Though I’m sure he’s already plotting a way in…