It's been a busy summer at the Mouse House. (Obviously, because I haven't been blogging much.)
Well, all of that changed today. Actually about a week ago, so I better note this so I don't forget. LM finally got a third tooth. It was actually on her Aunt's birthday, so maybe I wouldn't have forgotten. Four, five, six, seven and eight are following close behind... and it's about time, maybe she'll start to look like a toddler with more teeth.
Back to today's news! Lolli was kind enough to invite BigM over for a slumber party last night, so I only had one mouse this morning- the little one, of course.
We spent a very long time blinking at each other. While this may seem mundane and boring (believe me, it wasn't!) I had a blast. Blinking. It all started when I closed my eyes and she laughed and closed her eyes, very deliberately. (Of course I had opened my eyes again and was able to witness her copying me.) We blinked and laughed at each other for about 15 minutes. Seriously, it was intense.
If you're still reading (bless your heart, you really are a trooper!) our other entertaining story comes from BigM. We had to return a ceiling fan at Lowe's today, and BigM wanted to see "her playground"- the big display in the lumber yard... and by big I actually mean gargantuan. (I don't believe she's quite figured out that our lot is less than an acre- so we won't actually ever get a big, gargantuan playground.) And seeing as it was nice and cool inside Lowe's, I felt like walking a few laps. The mice were strapped in the Jimmy Johnson big blue race car shopping cart. (By the way, does anyone hate those as much as I do? I feel like I'm trying to steer a yacht, blindfolded, when I push that thing!) We ended up in the paint department and run into a sales associate who is texting. Not looking up, she asks if I need any help. I reply, "No" and think 'even if I do, I'm not sure you can tear yourself away from whatever is so utterly important.' She finally looks up at us and mutters, "I'm going to kill my son." BigM's eyes get as big as saucers and she cries out, "Doen kiwl your son, dat's not nice!"
The lady realizes what she has said and assures BigM that she wishes her son no harm, but BigM is not convinced. She repeats herself, "Weally. Das not nice. You shouden kiwl peopwel. Doen kiwl your son."
Maybe she'll go into law enforcement? Lawyering? (Stand-up comicing?!?!?!?)
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Go Big M! You'll have to teach her how to say "get off your cell phone". :)
That's awesome! I love that she didn't really believe the lady and had to say it again.
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