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I was working on my computer, pretending that the little boys were napping while they pretended to nap. Suddenly I heard running feet. My 4 year old appeared at my elbow with his eyes aglow. "Mom in big-brother's Closet we found a mouse- or something like a mouse but much bigger!"
Ughhh. I ask you, what's like a mouse, only bigger?
Last week, one of the children had opened the garage door only to have a mouse race, helter-skelter, into the house. It took much excitement and some screaming (mine) for us to chase the mouse out the back door. I had immediately put poison in the garage to finish off the rest of the invader's family, hoping of course, that they would have the grace to eat and die outside.
My son is still dancing at my elbow, "Mom can we play with it, Mom what's it called, CanweCanweCanwe?"
My eyes are bugging out, "Is it still alive?" At this question my son stops dancing and suddenly looks a bit freaked out.
"Alive?" he asks.
We both hear the sound of the 3 year old running down the hall yelling, "I got it, I got it!" Now my 3 year old has an unfortunate habit of flinging things at you that he wants you to see. My adrenaline flushed body is trying to figure out a motherly response other than screaming and using my 4 year old's body as a shield.
Ughhh. I ask you, what's like a mouse, only bigger?
Last week, one of the children had opened the garage door only to have a mouse race, helter-skelter, into the house. It took much excitement and some screaming (mine) for us to chase the mouse out the back door. I had immediately put poison in the garage to finish off the rest of the invader's family, hoping of course, that they would have the grace to eat and die outside.
My son is still dancing at my elbow, "Mom can we play with it, Mom what's it called, CanweCanweCanwe?"
My eyes are bugging out, "Is it still alive?" At this question my son stops dancing and suddenly looks a bit freaked out.
"Alive?" he asks.
We both hear the sound of the 3 year old running down the hall yelling, "I got it, I got it!" Now my 3 year old has an unfortunate habit of flinging things at you that he wants you to see. My adrenaline flushed body is trying to figure out a motherly response other than screaming and using my 4 year old's body as a shield.
My 3 year old rounds the corner holding something by the tail.
Oh, of course, an old Final Cut Pro Editing controller. It's most definitely, "something like a mouse- only bigger."
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5 comments:
Literally laughing out loud! Thanks for sharing.
Absolutely priceless! Had Sam and me on pins and needles. Followed by great relief and laughing! Thanks for sharing. BTW, Sam says you have the best stories! LOL!
My word verification for the post was:
"MOUST"
Seriously!
I was wondering where that old thing had been stored (or lost).
YOU are HILARIOUS.
Seriously priceless story. Who has one of those things? I've said it before, and i'll say it again! You guys are my brand of crazy.
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