Clara has always been very concerned about where people are. It’s not unusual for us to run though a long list of family and friends throughout the day identifying who is at work, home or elsewhere. If those people have dogs we have to do a run down of those too. Tonight we picked up our friend Jessie’s dog Finley and that started Clara off.
Where Jessie Mom?
Where Cooper Mom? (Jessie’s other dog)
Where Ivy Mom?
Where Dad Mom?
Where Piper Mom?
Where Storm Mom?
Where Trip Mom?
Where rat go Mom?
-Wait what?! How did a rat get in the list of family pets?!!? Well, as much as I would like to feign ignorance of our rodent issues, Christmas is coming and if Santa isn’t a fan of pouting and crying I’m thinking I better not lie either…
A few weeks ago I heard rodent noises under the kitchen sink, I opened the cupboard but didn’t see anything other than un-tripped empty mouse and rat traps. Then I heard rustling in the drawers next to the sink. Irritated that a mouse was boldly rummaging around when I was right there I opened and slammed shut multiple drawers in some odd misguided attempt to either scare it away or squish it. Instead a giant rat leaped out and almost landed on my feet. What followed I’m ashamed to admit was that girly scream that I seem to reserve just for rats – which then caused chaos to break out in the house. Clara stood up on her kitchen chair at the table and start crying, the rat disappeared, Piper tried to knock down the pet gate into the kitchen to follow it and John yelled down from upstairs wondering if everyone was OK.
In my defense I had bare toes.
Anyways, I’m not surprised that Clara is still talking about the rat.
Clara -” Where rat go Mom?”
Me- “I don’t know where do you think it went?”
Clara- “Pantry…. You shoot rat in pantry Mom?”
Me- “No. We don’t shoot things in the house.”
Clara- “Uncle Tyler shoot rat Mom?”
Me- “Not in the house.”
Clara- “Where Uncle Tyler Mom?”
Me- “At his house.”
Clara – “He cut up deer Mom?”
Me – (shit)
Fortunately I was able to derail Clara from rats and cutting up deer by talking about Uncle Tyler’s truck he was fixing. Now if I could just keep her from ending every sentence with “Mom” I’d really be getting somewhere!