“Good Morning,” she said with a smile.
I replied, while wiping the tooth paste off my face, “ Mom, why is there a coffee container in the bath tub?”
“Coffee?” She looked puzzled for a second, “OH, it has a mouse in it, dear.” And down the stairs she went.
A Mouse? This I had to see. So, I carefully opened one edge of the cloudy plastic lid, at which I confirmed, there was a small gray mouse, that was now looking back at me.
“Mother,” I began yelled from the top of the steps, “Mother!”
“What?” she said, as she appeared back at the landing of the stairs now looking up at me.
“Mother what are you doing with it?”
“Doing with what?” she asked.
“That mouse! That mouse in the bathtub.”
“I’m going to let him go when I leave for work, dear. Now hurry, don‘t be late for school”
“Guess it’s your lucky day, Mickey! Don’t be late for dinner!” I said.