Join Date: Mar 2004
Location: Harrison, AR, USA
The Good Of Gerbils
The other day Roxanne brought home a clear, plastic box with a yellow lid and some confetti on the bottom. "Look what Elaine gave me," she held it up, "Miniature gerbils. Two of them."
"Why'd she give you those?" I asked.
"She had a bunch." was the reply.
Hmph. Imagine that.
My first inclination was to begin the discussion about why we don't want them. We're grandparents -- grandmas don't have gerbils. Who will feed them? Who will clean the cage? What will we do when they start having babies?
But then Roxanne picked one up and held it gently, a tiny, jittering fluff of wool and warmth in the cup of her hand. For a few minutes I got to watch her become a little girl again, cooing softly to comfort the frightened, helpless creature, as little girls must do.
So, there was no speech. Just between us, I couldn't actually speak.
The Bad Ted
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