Morbid Mommy Moment 2

What is it with the roadkill here in TX? Granted, it's probably not any more common than anywhere else in the country, but the problem is, we always seem to find it on foot. Does anyone remember the limbless lizard story? Well it seems there is a sequel. This time, however, the twins' language skills are a little more advanced, making the moment that much more classic. So we were walking across our complex to get a sandwich and there was a dead mouse in the road. Nothing gruesome about him this time, except that his eyes were still open so he looked quite alive, frozen in panic. I jumped when I saw him, and so did the twins, only with happiness. Images of the limbless lizard immediately flashed through my mind, and I was determined we were not going to make friends with this mouse. 'Yuck!' I quickly exclaimed, 'This mouse has been crawling through the garbage! Look how dirty he is!'
L & M have been doing this thing lately where they both talk to me at the exact same time and I try to multi-task responding the best I can. So here are the overlapping conversations that took place the whole way to get the sandwich, the whole way home, and twenty minutes afterward.

London: A dirty mouse? Yuck! We no touch dirty mouse.
Me: We don't touch dirty mice or we will get germs.
London: We could touch a clean mouse!
Me: Where would we get a clean mouse?
London: From the store! We could get a girl mouse and name her Pink! She could sleep in my bed!
Me: Wouldn't a mouse poop on our carpet in our new house?
London: I teach her to poop in the potty! We'll get her a princess potty, like London!
Me: London, you don't even poop in the potty, how are you going to teach a mouse to?


Vicariously with this conversation.

Maddie: This mouse is dirty. He's been in the garbage, he make us sick.
Me: We stay away from dirty mouse.
Maddie: Dirty mouse give us germs. We don't eat him, he hurt our tummy!
Me: No, we won't eat the mouse
Maddie: Baby mouse can't find their mommy, where's her babies?
Me: Babies at home asleep.
Overlap from London's conversation: Wouldn't a mouse poop on our carpet in our new house?
Maddie: We find a clean mouse and make him a mouse house. I'll take care of him.

And so that settles it. I have Cinderella to thank for the newfound mouse obsession; after watching that movie who doesn't and want a little colony of singing, sewing, happy little cheery mice friends to brighten their day? Not to mention sit in the palm of your hand and have a conversation with you. Maybe our new house will come equipped with rodents....If that is the case, I only hope they can help me with housework.