This is just unbelievable.
We came home tonight and Ethan ran straight to his room to pet his new hamster, you know, the one I bought to mend his broken heart from the death of his pet cricket, Jibbity? That hamster?
"Mom, Missy's not moving and I'm petting her."
OH GREAT. NO GOD PLEASE, NO!!!
Yes. Missy died.
Ethan is a wreck, once again, another broken heart.
I feel so bad for him. You have no idea.
Ugh.
No more pets, I can't go through this again. I've got to think of something that will make him happy that can't freakin' die!
R.I.P Missy.
Double ugh.







Oh man! That sucks!