Sunday, November 25, 2007

Mice

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!

4 comments:

tmbmt said...

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

Brandi said...

Yep!

It may have something to do with the cute factor.

Anonymous said...

That's my grandkids!!

Mamaw

Anonymous said...

That's my GRANDkids!!