A few months ago we had a mouse who would repeatedly invade our pantry under the cover of night. But, we strategized and caught him {only after the Spouse and I spent some time dancing around on chairs with brooms in the dining room}. But, apparently, word did not get back to the mouse perpetrator’s clan concerning the dire consequences of invading our pantry because another mouse {presumably one of his relatives} is at it again. And, this one is much sneakier and much faster.
Last night as the Spouse was setting his traps, we made the mistake of discussing the mouse problem within earshot of the girls. So, the Preschooler started up in her highest pitched voice, “Daddy, is there a mouse in this house? Huh?? Is there a mouse in this house?”
Yes. Yes, there is.
Meanwhile the Toddler was only concerned about her food, asking over and over, “Did him eat my Goldfish? Did him eat my Goldfish?”
Him did not.
Because him seems to prefer my Wheat Thins and our graham crackers, as evidenced below.
What is the deal with mice and my crackers? There is also some indication that he tried to get into a bar of dark chocolate. And, that’s where I’m going to have to say, “Hands off, Mickey.” He can have the Wheat Thins, but we don’t mess with the chocolate.
So, the rodent saga continues. And, I just pray I don’t actually encounter the mystery mouse during daylight hours.
In unrelated news, the Toddler’s favorite activity right now is undoubtedly playing caregiver to her baby dolls. She does it at some point most every day. And, she’s pretty ritualistic about it. She darkens the rooms, turns on her sound machine, and gets them all settled and down for a nap. Just like in real life, some require more assistance than others to fall asleep.
Then they wake up and she “reads” them a very short story.
Sometimes they go for a stroll or eat a snack together. Mostly the dolls are cooperative, but occasionally they get out of line and she has to put her game face on. That must have been the case on this day when I found her patrolling the room as something of an enforcer with her Nerf dart gun.
All I know is that if I were in her class, I think I’d obey the teacher.
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