Sunday, November 25, 2007


Our house is old (built in 1871). Every time it rains for several days straight or starts to get cold the mice seek shelter in our house. I have been trapping mice for about the last week or two. Whichever child is nearby when I find a trapped mouse usually studies it's appearance with me. Today, Birdie was with me when I found one.

Birdie: "Is it a girl or boy?"

Me: "I think it's a girl."

Birdie: "But it's not wearing it's bow on it's head."

Me: "No, it's not wearing a bow."

Aren't kids funny!


tmbmt said...

wait, the kids who scream bloody murder over a cricket or a gnat have no problem examining a dead mouse!?!

Brandi said...


It may have something to do with the cute factor.

Anonymous said...

That's my grandkids!!


Anonymous said...

That's my GRANDkids!!