One of the girl's teachers had Charlie for a pet for the class, and wasn't able to keep her due to a child being allergic. Charlie was desperate for a home. Guess who's house was volunteered? That's right. Good ol' Charlie moved in a week ago on a "trial run". The girl begged. Pleaded. Swore she'd clean the house top to bottom, cook dinner, change the boy's pull-up if he had an accident, and rub my feet. How could I turn down that deal? We said we'd give Charlie a good week or two for a trial run to see just how much of this deal the girl holds up to. My feet are still anxiously awaiting their pampering. I'm thinking they'll be waiting a long while. I must admit, Charlie is growing on all 4 of us. Seeing the little burritos crack up at her is pretty darn cute. I think we just may have gone from a family of four to a family of 4 and a rodent.