My daughter is too cute for her own good. In her pink tutu she will prance around her pastel room, and when she spots you she will stop. After a few moments she breaks into a run. Jolting towards you she embraces whatever part of you she can in a gentle squeeze. Only when you hug her back will she go, back to her little dance. Everyday she has something up her sleeve and everyday I have to find her secret.
“Hey sweetie! What are you doing?”
“I’m making the bunnies a home.” She over dramatized the words, putting out her bottom lip. I couldn’t help but smile. You see, I am allergic to animal fur, so we cannot have a pet. Zoey, my daughter, pouts and cry about it. Trying to calm her, I told her about the dust bunnies. She was in awe about little rabbits under the sofa. She even put some Barbie clothes under the couch, so they wouldn’t freeze without their fur. The clothes were priceless enough. How can I handle the new house she made them?
“Well baby, they already have a home. They-”
“I know mommy but their family is growing huge. They will not come to my bed because of the boogieman. So I am giving them my doll house.”
“They’re growing?” I tried so hard to surpass my laughter of her innocence.
“Yeah! Mommy and daddy bunny had babies. Four of them! You want to see? Come on Mommy. Come see!” She grasped my hand and softly tugged me to the living room. The whole way she swung my arm back and forth. I didn’t bother getting my glasses. I knew there is no such thing a dust bunny but being a parent I played along. I bent down level to the ground and peered under the sofa.
“Look mommy! In the corner right there. That side, back there.” She tried the best she could to point them out. I gaze in the little space there was. Just as I thought: nothing. I didn’t tell her that though because I wanted to have a little more fun. The child is not the only one who plays.
“Yes honey, I see. The mom is wearing the blue dress you gave her.” In two seconds flat she was beside me.
“No she’s not mommy. It’s on the ground with the rest of them. That’s were the babies are.” This time I was amazed at her imagination but at the same time I was curious. Turning around I got my glasses and settled them on the bridge of my nose. Kneeling again I stared at the back right corner. My face felt like it lost heat and I started to shake.
Those were not dust bunnies, they were mice.
Madam Litterbox Community Member 
|
|
Community Member