Of Mice and Mankind

I find it strange that you can buy rats and mice in a petstore. You can buy the regular old rats and mice, OR, you can buy "Fancy Rats" and "Fancy Mice". Yes, that is what the label on the cage actually says! My in-laws recently bought traps to get rid of the mice that were eating the candy bars stashed in their hall pantry. (They ruled out their oldest son because the wrappers were shredded in tiny little bits.) I wonder...were those the "fancy mice"? I wonder if they were aware that they could have sold them. Hmmmmm...

wOw!

Yesterday for supper, my H and I along with our 21 mo son (J) went to Big Bowl. J was in an especially jovial and well-behaved mood and had begun to scarf down some of the rice the waiter brought just for him. After receiving my meal--coconut curried chicken--I cut up a small plateful of chicken pieces and placed them before my son. His response, with eyes wide and eyebrows raised: "Wow!" Followed by fapid-fire chicken consumption. I guess you had to be there to truly appreciate it. It was like a clip from some kind of candy or toy commercial. My H and I proudly grinned and chuckled. Yup, that's our little dude!

Here's to being truly blessed by an irrisistibly cute and precious son, and a fabulously loving and devoted husband who takes us all out when mom needs a break.