We live in a slightly rural area, Lots of fields around. DS (3.11 yo) was playing out in the back garden and has just brought me in a dead mouse in a paper cup. I have tried not to freak out and sterilized him thoroughly (My DS not the mouse!) but now me keeps asking for "Windylot" the mouse and wants to feed him cheese. <shudders>
What do I do?! Do I tell him he's dead and therefore have to explain death to a 3 yo? Or pretend he ran away?
I have cats who do this, thank god my children didn't. I've picked up all manner of live mice and rats, plus shrews, voles, hedgehogs, seagulls, rabbits, taken in various stray dogs but dead things I Do Not Do!
I recall passing a poor dead baby fox at the side of the road many years ago. DD2 was in a pushchair so couldn't have been more than 2. She knew that Mummy was in the habit of saving stray and injured amimals so I guess she thought I could help this one.
"Put him in a box, Mummy, put him in a box. Mummy make him better."
I had to explain that he'd gone to sleep forever because he was too poorly to stay alive with us.
DD1, a year older, had already learned this. That happened when she found one of our goldfish floating on his side at the top of the tank.
Pressing her palms together and resting her head on them, angel stylee, she told me, "ooooh look, Mummy, fish is sleeping!".
I'm afraid he was dead on arrival. Poor thing. There's nothing I could of done. <Holby city doctor look>
Oh well I've told him that Windylot cannot sleep all day that he had to go back home for his dinner. DP is home now and is being told all about Windylot and his adventures. His problem now! <sits back with a cuppa>. Thanks everyone, That could of went horribly wrong.
This is the very reason I don't have a cat even though I love them! I don't mind live things either I spent my youth hiding all manner of injured animals in my room and nursing them back to health. It's when they show up already dead that kinda freaks me out for some reason.
DS is so into exploring at the moment. He picks up anything nature related and asks every question possible about it. I guess it was only a matter of time before something like this happened! Ergh.
It must be a not-quite-four-year-old boy thing, Howling. I'm now wondering if you are actually my SIL
Took DNeph out for the day to a car show, packed him into the car at 6am in his jimjams. Had a wonderful time, lots of cars, icecreams, treats, fuss from all the grown ups (friends of ours), etc. Get home and SIL asks if he's had a nice time.