|A mouse? Really?|
When I tell people I have a paralyzing fear of rodents, they look at me like I’m stating the obvious. I know what they’re thinking, “Of COURSE you don’t like them. No one actually likes mice and rats.”
Except when I say paralyzing fear, I mean I can’t even watch the movie Ratatouille without getting a case of the creepy crawlies. And they’re cartoon rats!
Not to mention someone actually does like mice and rats. Kids.
I know, right?
Behold the insanely adorable back-to-school lunchbag my daughter picked out after I realized her original lunchbag had terrifying chemicals in it (thanks to the non-profit Center for Environment, Health & Justice for releasing that study a little too late!).
This is our second Skip Hop lunchbag, and I love that they’re BPA-free, phthalate-free, and all that jazz, and they’re reasonably priced. She loved this one because it was — and I quote — “a cute little mousie!”
If she didn’t bear a striking resemblance to my grandmother, I’d wonder if she was my child.
But then, she’s not the only one. This year there seems to be a glut of rodent products on the market, and little girls (and I suppose little boys) are slobbering over how cuuuuuuute they are and begging their parents to fork over hard-earned cash for VERMIN. It makes me want to run up to the top of a bell tower and scream, “Don’t you know those things carry disease? Please, for the love of all that is good and holy — like chocolate and fried noodles — can we please stop selling our kids a tale of sweet little mice?”
I suppose I should just be glad my kid doesn’t react to mice the way she does to bees. Imagine sitting in your house hard at work only to hear an ear-piercing shriek. You run as hard and fast as you can outside your house, thinking she must have broken her arm or maybe there was a bear in the backyard or something interesting was going on!
And really she just saw a bee. Saw it. As in, it was nowhere near her.
I digress. Bees are her thing. Mice are mine.
She wasn’t raised right by a river. She didn’t grow up in a house where mouse traps were just “there” because you never knew when one of those creeps would decide it wanted a nice, warm house to camp out in.
This is one of the scars of childhood that remains. I once cleaned the bedroom I shared at the time with my younger brother (yet another scar!) only to discover a dead mouse that had evidently made a meal out of the poison my parents set out regularly … and then bled out on top of one of my paperbacks. Needless to say I will never know what the heck happens with the Clan of the Cave Bear.
But I still bought my kid the Mouse lunchbag. Because she thinks it’s cute. And because I didn’t need a bunch of cancer-causing chemicals hanging out with her PB&J.
Now that’s what I call a good mom moment.
Do you get freaked out by some of the animals kids are told are “cute?”
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