Yesterday, the Great and Powerful Oz needed a lift and so I played chauffer. While on the 3-4 mile trip across town, he discovered a box of Nilla Wafers that Easy-E had left in the car on Tuesday.
As he dug into it, I said, "Don't do it. Those Nilla Wafers will not bring you happiness and personal satisfaction." He rolled his eyes at me and said, "Yes. Yes, they will." He pulled out a handful and ate them.
Back at the house, I looked at the box of Nilla Wafers and realized that something was amiss.
Our following conversation:
Me: Look at this box.This got me to thinking about something I saw in my car . . . a long while back . . . and ignored.
Oz: Yeah, Ethan really tore into it.
Me: It doesn't look like he tore into it. Those look like teeth marks.
Oz: Hmmm. Yeah, it kind of does.
At the time, I thought, 'Surely not. No, can't be. Where's the dust buster?'
Then, a few weeks later, I noticed it again.
And, I thought, 'No way. It has to be dirt. Skanky kids.' Remember my problem with denial?
But, with this new evidence before me, I can't ignore it any longer.
There is a mouse in my Mercedes.
And, the mouse likes cookies. Oz shared a box with her.. I wonder if the cookies delivered the same happiness and personal satisfaction to the mouse.
Now, what to do about this problem? Why do I seem to have a constant problem with rodents?
These are not rhetorical questions . . .
Have a great Friday!