When we were driving on Sunday evening, Reid proclaimed that she was a mouse and so was I. Since that time, she has generally called me Mama Mouse and responds most quickly when I call her Baby Mouse. One of her perennial questions is, “Where going?” This week it’s been “Where going, Mama Mouse?” and the favoured response is, “To the Baby Mouse house.” When we stopped at Grandma Barb’s, Baby Mouse played with Grandma Mouse while Mama Mouse laid on the floor wishing that Daddy Mouse was there because it’s tough being a mama mouse with the flu with all that distance to drive. We went to see Melissa and her gang and Reid extended the mouse designation to Melissa Mouse. I’m not sure if they noticed that we, and they, were mouses as Reid forgets sometimes to address me by my full title. It’s cute. I don’t know why we’re not bunnies, given Easter had just passed but I’m glad we’re not skunks.
Have a great weekend. Daddy Mouse is back Sunday night and we’re looking forward to it.