This is Mouse.   Isn’t he cute?   He’s about 6 inches tall and can unfortunately slip through the crib bars.

During the night there’s this whining of “I DROPPED MOUSE.”

Poor mouse slipped through the bars.   I drag myself out of bed, retrieve mouse, and head back to bed.

About 10 minutes later, I hear “I DROPPED MOUSE” again.   Sigh.   And when I go in I see this.

It doesn’t take Mommy CSI to figure out that Mouse was not “dropped” but was forcibly evicted from the crib.

At 3AM, done multiple times, I assure you that this “clever ploy” is not cute.


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