Last week Grandma was nice enough to watch Ellie while I ran some errands. They love spending time together. As it turns out, I returned from my errands right as they were getting ready for bed, so I camped out on the stairs listening to the two of them together (a rare opportunity for me).
Things were going very sweetly at first. Grandma was reading her a book and singing songs to her. Then suddenly things changed dramatically...
Grandma: OH $#!+ there's a mouse! Oh my god! Oh, Ellie, you didn't hear Grandma say that. Oh my god! There's a mouse! Ok, calm down Ellie. It's ok.
Seconds pass
Grandma: OH S#!+ it can jump! Oh my god it can jump high! Did you see that, Ellie? Oh $#!+. Shhhh... don't tell Mommy you heard me say that. What do we do?
Seconds pass
Grandma: Mommy? Are you home?
At this point it became apparent that Ellie would not continue being sweet until Mommy came to her rescue. There is something about knowing that Mommy is around that brings out the fussy side in this child.
Mommy: Where's the mouse?
Grandma: He jumped all the way into the hamper?
Mommy: Wow! He can jump high. Here, take the hamper outside.
Mommy starts to put Ellie down for bed. Meanwhile, in the distance we hear:
Grandma: Oh! Oh! Ahh! Oh my God. $#!+ $#!+
All the neighborhood dogs: Bark! Bark! Bark!
Ellie (still laying down with her eyes closed): Oof! Oof!
So Grandma is afraid of mice? Who knew? According to Daddy, it's completely out of character.
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