One of J’s favorite people at church is “Kake”.
Apparently, her parents put a ‘t’ in the middle of her name, but there’s no telling J that.
The boys all like to look up and read about different animals and creatures. J was looking up big cats. He was showing me pictures of them in the book and naming them as he went along.
“Lion, cheetah, panther, jag water…”
“Wait, what is that again?”
(That’s right. I didn’t correct him.)
We caught two more mice in the car. (I don’t want to hear about it.)
The boys, of course, had to go out to survey the damage.
J was the first one back in with a report.
“And remember where you seat is, Mom?”
“There’s a mouse there that got smapped!”
“Yeah, smapped in the trap!”
Smapped: To get smashed in a snapped trap.
My singular wish is that all mice shall be smapped mice.