My son woke up last Sunday morning, and did what he always does – head right outside to the trampoline. Nothing makes him happier than a morning “sesh”. I woke up with him and did what I do – make coffee and then wait with a mug while just enough to make a cup gets made. Then I sneak a cup from the coffee gods before the pot fills up. It makes me happy.
As I was waiting, he flew back into the kitchen and said,” there’s a baby mouse on the trampoline!”.
“Are you sure? Did you touch it?” I asked making a disgusted face.
“No, I just saw it bouncing with me.” He said as he ran outside, ” Mom, come on! Help me get it out!”
What? Excuse me? Yeah…no. You’ve got the wrong parent for that. I’m the parent that makes banana bread and makes you watch Jeopardy. I’m the parent that makes sure you smell good before you walk out the door. I am NOT the parent who removes rodents for you.
Here’s what he brought back to show me how “chill” this thing was. I almost spit up my coffee.
I don’t remember what I said. It was along the lines of::
- “Did you touch it??!! Wash your hands!”
- “We have an infestation, say goodbye to the trampoline”
- “It’s alive! It’s alive!!”
Luckily – my husband heard the ruckus and went to the trampoline. When he came back he said, “That’s a baby squirrel – not a mouse. Probably fell from the tree on top of the trampoline. I took it out. What are you doing?”
“Waiting for coffee.” I said