All day Wednesday Keira had been walking around saying she, “Had a secret.” Which would be okay, I guess, except that she wouldn’t tell me what it is, kept deferring when she would tell me: “I’ll tell you after lunch.” “I’ll tell you after preschool.” “I’ll tell you when dad gets home.”
This was all a little…unsettling, but I didn’t push it.
Then that afternoon, she told me.
“I heard a noise last night. That’s my secret.”
Mental check? Snuggle night? Nope – that can’t be it. Phew.
“What did you hear?” I asked, hoping it wouldn’t be the answer she, in fact, gave me.
“I heard the mouses (sic) in the roof.”
Oh, crap. I thought they were only disturbing us. This situation is getting out of hand.
And it’s really starting to drive us nuts. Adam and I are checking out real estate in the area.
It’s gotten to that point.
