mouse goes to space

Tristan brought home an illustrated story from school yesterday called "Mouse Goes To Space." Parker spent most of the afternoon playing "mousetrap," a game which involved him leaping in the air while standing on top of the dirt pile and landing on his cushiony soft bum.
As an aside, when oh when will parker potty train? I keep asking him if he wants to sit on the potty and the answer is always "nope, i'm okay." You'd think that i'd have all this taken care of the fourth time around, but no, each one of them is different and challenging in different ways.
We did not, however, catch a mouse. I was brave and pulled apart the sofa in question and cleaned any crumbs and stuff out of it. We placed poison in the basement and a trap under the sofa. I don't really like using the poison as i worry about the dogs so i am trying to convince shane that some cats that live in the basement would be a great idea.
At our baseball game last night, which by the way is so much fun i'm surprising myself, parker was sitting on my lap looking at my shirt when he grabbed my boobs in his little fists and asked "is there still milk in your boobies?"
I was sitting in the middle of a bench flanked by dads, whom you'd think would have heard it all before too, but the silence was deafening. I laughed so hard i very nearly peed my pants. Parker non-plussed as always leaned in and slid his hands into their new favourite home – down the front of my shirt.