Welcome to Laugh Out Loud Monday (aka LOL Monday): because, like my favorite fat cat, I hate Mondays, I thought, “What better way to start the week than with a laugh?”
Matt Rouse, the toy rat (or is it a mouse?)
Like all toddlers, my little one (whom we affectionately call Tiny Tot) loves playing with toys. A favorite of hers is a stuffed, plastic rat like the kind you can buy during Halloween. We’ve fondly dubbed this little critter Matt Rouse because, while the rest of the family agrees its a rat, Grandma insists its a mouse.
Last Wednesday there was a little incident with Matt.
After dinner Tiny Tot picked Matt up by its tail and flung it around like a yo-yo. I didn’t think too much of it until she accidentally hit me with it a couple times. I told her to go somewhere else to fling her rat, then turned back to the conversation I was having with her grandma, promptly forgetting the whirring rodent yo-yo.
Suddenly I heard a whimper and “Ow! Ow!” behind me. I turned around to see why my daughter was fussing.
I looked down at her hands. Nothing there.
I checked the bug bites on her legs, but they didn’t seem to be the cause.
I couldn’t see anything wrong anywhere. She continued to fuss, but, unlike she usually does, she didn’t point to anything.
“Oh dear!” exclaimed Grandma, “It’s in her hair!”
“Huh? What’s in her hair?” I thought.
Just then Tiny Tot turned her head away from me. There, tangled from butt to tail tip, was Matt. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing as I watched the plastic rat swing from my daughter’s blonde hair.
It took both Grandma and me to free poor Matt Rouse, but we managed. Gives new meaning to the phrase “a rat in my hair,” don’t you think?
What’s the most unusual thing you’ve had to untangle from hair — yours or a child’s?