“They said that mother rats licked their babies…”
“Sorry.” Bad Listener.
I nod, approvingly, remember all the rocking, holding, rocking, napping, nursing…
This is what Cope is still supposed to look like:
Everyday she tells me how many more days she has to wait until she gets the golden letter, which is something like getting the owl from Hogwarts. Will she get in?
Today there are 31 more days to wait!
This is a picture is of her dancing on the table on campus, something she did quite a lot of, when we were dorm parents to twelve teenage boys. Ah, those were the days…room inspections, boy odor sniffing, and ramen noodles. Sometimes I actually miss it.
If this girl gets in, and you see her dancing on the table next year, they’ll be a lot more (s)mothering discussions.
Love, the mother rat.