After a couple of minutes I started to hear laughing from Liam and Adele and was just tickled. Then I felt something crawl down the front of my shirt. I looked down and saw a baby mouse crawling down my shirt. Did I mention I was going down Highway 26 at 60 miles an hour and I HATE mice, rats, pretty much any rodent?
So I screamed, screamed, and screamed, brushed it off me only to find out it was one of those tiny very soft plastic mice that look like they're alive. Liam was laughing hysterically and was encouraging the other kids to laugh and said "What Mom? Are you scared of a little mouse, it is only a small mouse!"
I don't know what was worse, the fact Liam obviously thinks I am a wimp (which I am when it comes to rodents) or that he was smart enough to pull a practical joke on me at 5 years old.