Mason and his imagination have gone to the wild! A couple of months ago we had a bear living in the closet of the boys room. Every night, for about a month, Mason didn't want to go to bed because of this bear. So Wade and I would have to make sure and tell the bear every night to go back to his home in the forest and then make sure that the closet doors where shut all the way. Sometimes that bear just didn't want to listen and would wake Mason up in the night and make him cry-he would get so scared he wouldn't even get out of his bed and come in our room. So finally, Wade had to get mean with the bear and tell him if he didn't go back to the forest he was going have to get his rifle out and that was enough to scare the bear away and we haven't heard from him since!
Then earlier this week, I woke up in the middle of the night to Mason tugging at my arm. I asked him what was wrong and he told me there was a mouse in his bed! At first this alarmed me and caused me to sit straight up and think, "What am I going to do-Wade is at work and I am TERRIFIED of rodents?" Then I remembered quickly who I was talking to-Mason and his imagination. So I said it's okay, just get in bed with me. When Wade got home from work that morning he carried Mason back to his own bed and as Wade was going to lay him down, he woke up out of a dead sleep and told Wade there is a mouse in here. Wade quickly came to the rescue again and told Mason that he squished the mouse and put him in the garbage. That satisfied Mason enough and he fell back asleep and later that morning after he woke up and we where having breakfast and talking about this darn mouse that kept everyone awake in the night, he went as far as to tell me that the mouse bit him on the tummy and even showed me where (there was really nothing there) and told me that he also bit Jakob on the back of his knee (there was nothing there either). So to get back at that mouse, he told me that he squeezed him really hard (while telling me, he was also showing me with his hands how he did it) and told the mouse to go to sleep. Mason told me he was a nice mouse, but was glad that Daddy put him in the garbage! Little does he know-Mommy was glad too! Who knows what is going to be next in our secret jungle, but whatever it may be, lets hope it's like the mouse, a one night only occurrance, because that bear hung around for way too many nights!











