I had a playdate over here with Heather and Taylor today. We were sitting in the play room and Will had one of his toy bins upside down and was shaking it for some reason. I look over and there is a shit ton of mouse poop that is now on the floor (which has been strewn with toys thanks to the play date).
Oh my god. Mice either were or are using his knights toy bin as a nest. His stuffed dragons? Giant mouse pillows.
And now I have two horrifying thoughts that I can choose to console myself with. Either:
a) The mouse poop is old. We did get rid of the mice when we thought we did and this is just leftover poop.
b) The mouse poop is new. We have a new mouse infestation in the toy room closet but the upside is that Will hasn’t been playing with mouse shit infested knights and dragons for the last two months.
I know which one I’m hoping for. Because I know EXACTLY where Will’s hands go after a day of play: all over my face.
