I. Yesterday morning Jo didn’t eat her cereal. When I asked her why, she said it smelled “like Little Dude’s cage and tasted funny.” Little Dude is the class mouse, who recently came to stay with us while his regular summer caretakers were on vacation.
(He only escaped from his rolly ball and almost got lost in our laundry room once!)
(Honestly? I kind of miss having him here. As long as you stayed downwind, it was fun to check in on him and see what he was doing. Usually, he was building himself burrows and hiding places with cedar shavings.)
(However, I was also relieved to see him go, because he’s at least two years old, and how long do pet mice live anyway?)
II. Opie made one of those paper cootie-catcher/fortune-tellers at camp. These are the fortunes in it:
- You will be a superstar.
- You are a superhero.
- You will have a trampoline.
- You will turn into a mouse.
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Opie’s funny.
So, #2 happened after #1? Or have you been reading The Witches?
Mir is OBSESSED with those cootie catcher things.
Love this. I think I might choose the mouse.
2 years is pretty good for a mouse. Unless it’s Scabbers?
I’m pretty sure I would be wishing to be a superstar. You know as far as the choices given on the Cootie Catcher.
I had to grow up before I knew that those things were called Cootie Catchers. When I was a kid I’m not even sure we called them anything. Hmmmm, now I wonder.