One morning, while I was about to prepare for our breakfast, I woke up with a messy kitchen floor. And just then I realized it was a house mice left over mess which I wonder where the mice got.
But the funny thing while I was cleaning the house mice mess was that my little man, Zach, was trying to copy what I was doing. I was brushing the floor and so he was also. And guess what he use? He grabbed his dad’s shaving brush stand and tried to brush the floor with it — doing what I did also.
Too funny morning. It was when I was about to burst but my son diverted the height of my emotion to the softest that it could be.