We Call Her Fizzy

Michael turned NINE this year. I know. Where did the time go?

We had planned a big "bey-blading" party with lots of friends, food, and games.

                                     But In the end, Michael opted for something he's wanted much more.

                                                                                more than cake...

                                                           or any other gift he could recieve.

he wanted a new friend.

                                                       One he could hold, love, and take car of,

                                                                      and watch for entertainment.

So we went down to the pet store. Bought all the supplies. And He chose his little friend. On the way home, he named her "Fizzy"...

And he's never regreted it.

Not ONCE.

And I'm glad.

Fizzy's a lucky hampster.