There's a Mouse in my House

I think I should title my autobiography, "There's a Mouse in my House--and other tales from the mommy trenches." I believe we have a mouse. Not the four legged kind, but the two legged snacking kind. The one who is starting to assert her independence by getting her own snacks--BY HERSELF!

This is the true story of the Mouse in my House.

First off, Mommy was out at a meeting when this occurred. Our girl must have seen the opportunity--both brothers on the computers, dad resting in the bedroom watching TV. An entire main floor to herself. She creeps to the pantry and slowly opens the door. She manages to get the box of crackers off the shelf and finds--to her dismay--that the only sleeve of crackers is still sealed. Should she risk being told no by asking for help?? Too risky.

So with the stealth of a fox, she starts working on the problem herself. One nibble at a time she manages to eat through the plastic sleeve to get to the cracker crumbs within.

Drat--caught just before she could get out all the crackers. Daddy wouldn't give her these mangled up ones--he decided she should eat the crackers in the open sleeve on the counter top.

It's true, my life is an open book.