21 September 2009

Protector

Four and half years after moving in, most of the major projects are done on our house. But not all. The upstairs is still void of any trim, and C's wall, therefore, has a little hole in it. He's convinced it's mouse house. (We've never seen a mouse in our house -- not this one at least). I had no intention on buying anything at the zoo yesterday, but caved at the dinosaur mold-a-rama machine. As C was going to bed, he set his new dinosaur out. I asked him what he why he put it there -- he said it was scare the mice so they don't come out. Maybe this is why he comes in our room every night. I think it's time for some trim.

1 comment:

Marian said...

Oh, Angie, the things that go through their little minds!

Ok, so the word verification letters below right now (pascenz)remind me of Frau! Remember how she was always saying, "Santa Pacienza!" when we exasperated her, which was often?