Of Mice and Granddaughters

I've been following the adventures of the Shea/Harper mouse-capades. My theory is that the little rodents love to commute between the Lutheran Church and M&Bs house. But since this is a little tiring for their tiny legs, the prefer for one part of the journey to be in a special metal box. I believe that this is their version of an SST. They can scavenge for bits of Jaxon's dog food and then be treated to a quick ride to the church's kitchen for more snacking...maybe even communion wafers. If Brooke could make little outfits for the mice, then it would be easier to track them. I think a variety of clothing styles would be good, since we don't know their taste in apparel.

And now for something almost completely different, my empathetic granddaughter. When Phil was holding Jordan yesterday and patting her on the back, she began patting his back at the same time. Megan said that Jordan does this to her also. Phil sees this as precocious empathy. He just might be right.