I was buckling J into his car seat when I noticed the top of his ear was red, swollen, and warm to the touch.
“Oh, did those bugs bite you again?” I said.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It was a mouse. With black eyes!”
I paused a moment.
“A mouse bit you?”
“Yeah,” he said, sadly. “Mouse. Bite me. Sleeping.”
“Wow. Those mice are not nice. What should we do? Do you want me to kiss it?”
“No,” he said casually. “My otay.”