Yesterday afternoon I decided to take the boys out for a walk around the neighborhood after their naps. Instead of using my behemoth of a double stroller as I normally do, I let CC ride his plastic tricycle and used the single stroller for Turner. It was a beautiful afternoon and CC was having great fun pedaling on his little trike behind me. As we were slowly making our way down Channing CC stopped abruptly by a tree and said, “Mama, look! A mouse!” I stopped and looked to where he was pointing, and sure enough, sitting at the base of the tree was a tiny tiny mouse. It sat there on its hind legs looking at us and even though I have a serious aversion to mice, I was about to say, “Oh, how cute!” But that was before the said cute mouse turned into a dumb psycho mouse and decided to charge straight AT US.
Of course I started to scream like a little girl and that made CC start screaming…like a little boy. So there we are, in the middle of the sidewalk screaming while onlookers gave us puzzled looks. I had seen the mouse charging, but was screaming because I had lost sight of it. I looked frantically around on the sidewalk and that’s when I saw the poor little body wriggling…squashed under the front wheel of CC’s tricycle.
That set off more high pitched screams from me and more puzzled looks from onlookers since they couldn’t see what this crazy woman on the sidewalk was screaming about. I tried my best (while screaming) to steer CC’s tricycle off the wriggling body and around it so that he wouldn’t run over it with his back wheels. We left the poor little thing twitching in the middle of the sidewalk and got away from the scene of the crime as quickly as we could. I felt a little bad and I know CC felt bad too, I had to keep reminding him that it was an accident. We went home as quickly as possible and told Daddy about the whole traumatic event.
I think I’m fully recovered now. But I’d like to send out a message to all the mice in Berkeley, Please do not charge at innocent women and children, especially not one armed with a tricycle. You’ll be sorry you did.