Today is the first day of spring break for Amanda while she is student teaching. This means that the kids stay with her instead of going to the grandparents house. We are both thankful for this. It will only be about another month until she will be done student teaching and get to stay home full-time. We have been praying for this for a long time and God has now made it possible. We are thankful to Him.
So today when I got off work I came straight home instead of going to my mom's house where the kids usually are. This gave me a chance to do some things around the house that I have too long been procrastinating.
My son Jack, who loves to help Dad, was following me through the garage back into the house when he was delayed. I left the door open because I was just grabbing something to go right back out. I heard him talking to someone, but didn't think much of it until I was walking back into the garage. There I heard my three year old son more clearly.
"Hi, Guinea Pig. How are you today?"
Then he met me in the doorway and brought me over to his new friend. Behind a trash can lid that was up against the wall was a dead mouse. This was Jack's new best friend.
"Hey Dad, look at my guinea pig! He's resting."
"Yeah. Cool. But he's a mouse. Let's go inside.
Instead of allowing them to become more acquainted, I took him inside to my mom, who was also there, and introduced him to Amanda. That's when we both realized that the mouse was still alive. Amanda about jumped out of her skin and I then had to do something about a dying mouse. I decided to go with a trick I learned when I worked a the local produce store and a rat hadn't gotten it's neck broke in the trap. My boss told me to take him in the back and drown him in a bucket. So that's what I did. One of our dog Cricket's old water bowl was the mouse's electric chair. I felt slightly bad, but I didn't want to risk putting him outside only for him to come back in and tear things up.
When I got back in, Amanda met me at the door and reiterated all that Jack had been talking about since he had gone inside.
"Mouses are good to me and I like them. That one mouse in the red jacket that sings, he's a good mouse."
I can only assume that he is talking about Fievel from An American Tail since he watched that for the first time recently. After Amanda told him that mice can chew and mess things up, he said:
"Do mice eat the white stuff in the dryer?"
"Lint?"
"Yes. My guinea mouse was eating lint and he was thirsty, but he is taking a nap now. He will ask his mommy for a drink of water when he gets home."
I love my son so much. He is still a bit too young to understand some of these things. Even so, he's a little prophetic. That mouse did get a drink of water.
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