“Yah!” I screamed.
“What? What, Dad?” Evan came running.
I looked at the cat and thought, “Useless,” though, to be fair, she is 17.
“Um,” I paused. “Nothing,” I told him and went back to sorting laundry.
He pursued the matter further, because he is a six-year-old training for a position as inquisitor and it’s required for him to reach next rank. “Why did you scream?”
“A mouse popped out at me,” I said.
I threw Jenn’s black lacy brassiere in the load with my sweaty running clothes, hoping that was OK. I had second thoughts mid-toss, but it was too late.
“Ha!” he laughed. “What did he do? This?” He squatted, scrunching up, and popped, swinging like a bobble head on a loose spring.
“I picked up the laundry to put it in the washer and he scurried out from under it and ran under the dryer.” I looked in his eyes to be sure he understood just how startling this might be, then added, “And he had a gross, skinny pink tail.”
“You should get a box to put him in, and we can take him to the park,” Graham suggested, poking his head in the laundry room.
“I can’t see him, now,” I said, lying down to look under the dryer. “I think Evan scared him away.”
“I can’t believe you were scared by a mouse,” Evan told me, shaking his head.
“Whatever,” I said shaking mine.
I was glad Jenn wasn’t home. The scene might have embarrassed me.
April 15th, 2007 at 9:58 pm
yeah, good job keeping it on the QT.