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{August 20, 2012}   It’s a Boy! … I mean Girl! … Wait! Crap. I mean Boy!

Wouldn’t this have been a horrible way to come into the world?

Gender identity. Something that my generation is probably a little more liberated about than all others before it … and possibly since. We were introduced to Ziggy Stardust as very young children and spent our teens years rocking to one set of dudes in eyeliner and lipstick after another on 80s MTV. And it was considered totally hot back then. Except I’m pretty sure we said “fine.”

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Duran Duran’s Nick Rhodes, wearing more make-up than I wore to my own wedding.

Where am I going with this? Do I have a point, you ask? Well, yes. Yes, I do. Thanks for asking. Remember Herve? The newest member of my household? The rodent that my dear little ODNT, Jr. pined for, submitted blog posts about and finally won for her birthday?

Yes. THAT Herve.

She knew what she wanted to name her pet before we even went to the store. So, it’s not like he looked like a Herve or anything. Don’t most kids go with names like Peanut or Nibbles? Not mine. I remember her saying, “I cleared out a spot in my room. I’m ready to go pick up Herve now.” I tried explaining that Herve might not actually be a HE but she contended that the name would still work as HER- ve. “Fine,” I answered, worrying quietly about how much money I’d be shelling out over the years for a hamster with a confused sense of self.

We brought him home, always certain he was a him, until one day he fell asleep belly up in my hand. And his tiny “features” indicated to me that we should be making more of an effort to accent the first syllable of his/her name. From that point on, I decided to embrace the pink cage and buy our hamster some diet food, fancy chocolate and maybe a subscription to Cosmo.

So Her-VE became HER-ve. (Ask Chaz Bono. It’s a difficult adjustment to make. For any species.)

Weeks passed and things were rolling along just fine. While the kids were in school, HER-ve and I enjoyed long lunches together at a little bistro in town. We got mani/pedis at a cheap nail joint around the corner. We even formed a book group and started talking about 50 Shades.

Until one day last week when I saw HER-ve dragging a “bag of gym balls” behind her/him. And my girl kept asking why her hamster’s butt was getting so big. (If you’ve never noticed how gifted rodents are in this department, google it. Or just click here. I could not bring myself to post a picture of hamster testicles. You’re in the driver’s seat now. YOU get to decide if you need to see this image.)

Anyway, now we’re back to Her-VE. Our lunch dates have ceased and I switched his magazine subscription to Sports Illustrated. And I don’t clean his cage as frequently. He’s got hands. If he wants it clean, he can help out once in a while.

And my girl? Well, she doesn’t give a hamster’s ass what he is. As long as she has a rodent threatening to break free from his cage and scare the crap out of me in the middle of the night somewhere in this house, she’s happy.

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She even drew this picture for today’s post.

Let’s just hope we can finally commit to the blue rodent bedding from Petco.

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gene3067 says:

Ok. If it is actuallt Her-VE then you just have to get one of those wheel toys with a VW Beetle body.



Mel says:

Your imagry of hamster parts is so clear I really need to wash my brain w/ bleach. I learn so many things on this blog.

To ODNT Jr.,

Your art is perfect and their shirts are hilarious. Spot on with the gender sayings! Now…let’s make a pedi appointment. :)

Xo Mel



Oh yes, rodents have big balls…that drag on the ground….

At least he wasnt a she who popped out 10 screaming additions!!!



El Guapo says:

I think Milo wants you to name him “Dinner”.

Great drawing, ODNT Jr!



Gigi says:

So Milo now has a buddy for dinner !!! :)



You lost me at Nick Rhodes. …shudder…



But he’s so pretty …



I agree with the others, better nads than babies.

Yeah where IS that remote?



Amy @BettyRants says:

At least you didn’t find out the way I did: when mine gave birth to ten babies!



I’m much more fascinated that your daughter knows the name Herve. How did this ever come about?



She reads. Excessively. That’s the answer to most questions around here.



[...] me named a Top 25 Funny Mom? Well, her efforts continue with this second drawing … depicting Herve the Hamster and his overeating [...]



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