Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

My Son is Afraid of a Mouse...and I'm Workin' It

The other night I was sitting in my corner chair, dropping EC's. Hubby was on the couch. I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, not something per Se, just a movement. I told Hubby I thought our mouse was back (we usually get one every winter, just a cute little field mouse). He of course said "Have another glass of wine."

I kept dropping and then felt someone (thing) looking at me. I looked at Hubby, he was staring at the TV. I looked towards the base of the couch and sure enough, there was Mickey, right between the couch and the wall, looking right at me. Brave little sucker that he was, he scurried out from behind the couch, headed through the dining room. I said to Hubby "Yep, the mouse is back," he said "I'll put down a trap tomorrow."

The following morning, knowing how the kids love animals, I told them about the cute little mouse in our house. Boogie was not enthused. In fact, he started crying and mumbling something about being afraid. I consoled him. He was terrified and wanted to know all the places the mouse could and could not go. We talked about it for 30 minutes. In the end, he called his Father (who was still at work) cried and begged Daddy to take care of it, and Hubby promised he would as soon as he got home. I took the kids up to bed, and Boog insisted on sleeping in our bed.

The following morning, the mouse forgotten, he is in rare form and picking on his sister the second she wakes up. he roars in her face, takes toys out of her hand, and does anything he can to get a rise out of her. Me, in my need for the insanity to stop, and to bring calm back to the home front, threaten him...with the mouse.

ME: "Would you like me to get that mouse and put it in your bed?"
Him: "That would be mean, why would you do that?"
Me: "Mean? Like what you're doing to your sister?"
Him: "yes."
Me: " are you going to stop?"
Him: "Then you won't put a mouse in my bed?"
Me: "Yes. If you treat your sister kindly, I will not put the mouse in your bed. But if you are intentionally mean..."
Him: "I'll be nice."
Me: "Thank you."

It worked better than I thought. Now, as soon as he starts in on his sister I just start singing "Oh, there's a mouse in Boogies Bed." he stops right away. I wonder how long I can use this one?

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