Early this morning while I was meditating, a mouse ran up my stairs. I know Buddha had to deal with worse but it wasn’t cool. Alice (age 5) wrote a poem about it:

Mouse in the House

Mouses like crumbs,

But they are so tiny,

And mouses are bigger than crumbs.

Then Lucy made us a special breakfast. Alice doesn’t like butter right now so Lucy used a substitution. Here’s her recipe:

Chocolate cinnamon toast

cinnamon

sugar

chocolate sauce

sliced bread

Mix up the cinnamon and sugar sweet as you like it. Toast the bread. Spread the chocolate sauce on the bread. Sprinkle on the cinnamon sugar.

What do you do when you see a mouse?