Today I dropped my younger son off with Legolas and headed to campus to get some work done. I ignored two ‘Unknown’ calls on my cell phone. How do these people get my number it is not published! I give out my Google number. I will not answer! I do not want to buy what you are selling!
I drove merrily along my way. Then I got a call from The Man. “Soooo”, he said. “The school just called me.”
Drat. Unknown Number.
Apparently our seven year old child. Seven year old child, who wears size 2 rubber boots. Apparently, well, he was in the office. It seems that after I had driven him to school, our buses were on snow routes this morning, and dropped him off, he had played on the playground then gone into his first grade classroom. Only to find, that there was something ‘squishy and furry’ in his boot.
So he took off his boot, after hanging up his coat, putting away his bag and lunch, and looked inside.
And there was a mouse. In his boot.
A live mouse in his boot. You may wonder how it is possible for someone to walk, with a mouse, in their boot.
I also wonder this.
The women in the School office were still laughing when I called them to ask them if he looked like had been bitten, you know by the mouse he had walked on. Because my poor wittle baby! The mouse almost ate him!
Apparently the mouse when he arrived in the School office, boot in hand, and mouse in boot. The mouse was still alive. That is actually why they had called home, to see if it was one of our pets. (ew. no. can’t do it)
After determining that no, the mouse was not a family pet, the custodian was summoned and the boy was sent back, minus one boot to his classroom.
“And then!” he said animatedly.” During reading! My boot was back! with no mouse!”
Ah. Life at the Burrow.
*Three blind Mice