That’s me

He likes the wire to the mouse.  I take it away. He cries. Fine then! I give it back.

He starts to chew on it like a little mouse.  gnawgnawgnaw.

Hmmm. This probably isn’t good.

Me:  “Hey… can G get electrocuted if he chews through the mouse wire?”

Him:  “Uh.. yeah.” (said with the required ‘yes, dumbass’ tone)

Me: “Crap.”

Take it away. Fussing commences. A lot. Screw it.

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Mother of the Year. That’s me.