Yesterday at breakfast Reagan wanted to know if it was too early to ask Santa for something. She asked if he would forget since it wasn't close to Christmas. I told her that I was pretty sure that it would be alright.
You'll never guess what she asked for...a Hamster Swing.
We've had hamsters, twice. A mom and daughter first. The mom ate the daughter. I discovered it. I haven't fully recovered. Next we had a set of brothers. The little one ate the big one. I discovered it. I still have nightmares. We will never again have hamsters.
So why do we need a Hamster Swing? I had to know more.
I mentioned to her that we didn't have hamsters. She said we didn't need one. I asked her where we would put it, she said in the tree. When I asked her which tree she pointed out the window and told me it would be where the old one was.
Aha!!
A Hammock Swing! It's all making sense!
I wonder if Santa reads my blog.
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Santa to the rescue! I am sure I have a Brazilian hammock--new--that would go nicely in your tree. Since I have no tree and no covered patio (as in the Valley) I would love to have it used by family. Gigi
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