Friday, April 1, 2011

Mouse in the House

Baby Boy and Darling Husband were tromping around the house the other day eating granola.

"Hey Hansel and Gretel," I scolded as I scraped the trail of crumbs from my feet. "If you want to eat do it in the kitchen. I don't feel like adopting a house full of mice."

Fast forward to today, when I find BB dumping the contents of a full box of Cheerios, cheddar bunnies, raisins and almonds all over the floor.

I didn't even need to ask what he was up to. To a three-year old, a pet is a pet, despite whatever squeaking, germy package it comes in.

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