So, I'm still a bit traumatized from watching Yoni and Mencken play with the dead mouse.
I'd have to say that there was this beautiful innocence about them prior to the mouse debacle. They were my babies. My vicious babies.
It's been difficult for me to want to pick them up. There's a part of me that wants to bathe them, though I'm sure they've cleaned themselves thoroughly by now. Of course, I haven't actually stopped touching them.
I just happen to get flashes of the burned images of them playing with the dead mouse as I'm looking at them.
I know it sounds like I'm overreacting. But it was definitely a stomach-turning sort of experience.
There's something to be said about "ignorance is bliss." I'm sure I'll get over it eventually.
They're still my babies. They're just not as innocent as they were when it was just a jingly ball.