They're great for spotting mice





Little girlie announced out of the blue the other day: "Mommy, I have weasel eyes."

"Oh, do you?"  (I'm used to this kind of comment coming from Derrick, my seven-year-old.  He has hawk eyes, and is half dog, half cheetah, and half eagle.  He also has little understanding of fractions!)

"Yes.  I have big weasel eyes."  Then the conversation disintegrated into an argument between the two children over whose eyes were better.

These proclamations about weasel eyes went on for several days.  I could not figure out what she meant until one afternoon:  "Mommy, I do have weasel eyes.  Weasel is kind of like brown."
Weasel -- hazel.  Yeah, they do sound alike.

Anatomy Lesson

Brooklynn was looking at her toes on Sunday:  "Mom, what's this toe's name?"
Me:  "That's your big toe."
B.:  "No, it's my thumb toe.  And that's my little pinkie toe.  It's so cute -- except it stinks!"

Today she fell onto my bed and started sobbing because her "head ankle" hurt.  Oh, you don't know where your head ankle is?  Neither did I.  Your foot ankle turns your foot, so your head ankle (sometimes called your neck) turns your head.