I am thoroughly amused by the number of you who consider me an amazing mom because we have rats in the house. Please know that the rats were a much nicer alternative to the:
snake
spider
frog
or other squirmy, slimy things my children wanted first.
The "grandchildren" are still sightless and mostly hairless, but there is a little bit of dark color, rather than pink skin, and they squeak. A lot.
If Miss Heidi moves away, they squeak.
If they nurse, they squeak.
If they have a bad dream, they squeak.
I may be fluent in rat-speak very soon. I think I hear my children in squeak, now. As long as they don't grow whiskers in the near future (or the long tail), I think we'll survive.
