***Ratatouille***

No I didn't make Ratatouille, all though if it included rat I could of done it last Sunday. Gross, but true story. Go back with me to last Sunday.... Cory had some meetings so it was just Mitchel and I going home together. We get out of the car, I go unlock the door let the dogs out and drop the bags off inside. Meanwhile Mitchel is doing his usual of running back and forth across the front lawn with the downs behind him. Then I hear, while my back is still to Mitchel

" Mama, mama (he does NOT say that to often) OOK, OOK!" He's pretty excited and I can hear that he's coming towards me. I turn around all excited because he's saying Mama and SCREAM.... "YUCK, GROSS, PUT THAT DOWN, SICK" What is it I see you are thinking. Mitchel has this HUGE, SQUISHED, DEAD RAT by the tail running towards me! SICK.

Now he is a boy so he drops it shocked by my freak out and just starts LAUGHING at me. Yes, laughing, while bending over to re pick up the rat. Are You Kidding. I attack him grabbing my the wrists so he can't touch anything, bring him inside and LYSOL the black plaque out of him. WRONG, just WRONG. Mitchel still laughing saying "ha ha dead rat, ha ha mama!"

Cory gets home about 15 minutes later and I meet him at the door, telling him everything that happened and that he MUST go and GET a shovel and relocate this dead rat ASAP. Mitchel hears what going on and is on the hunt with dad (who is doing the knee slapping laugh).....

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Mitchel wanted to see this diseased rodent yet again and you can't see him here, but he is laughing so hard at this black plaque. Oh what I am going to be taught being the mother to this little boy.... and the wife to this big boy.