An Irish mouse. Just kidding.
On Sunday, Clairey was standing in the pool sans bathing suit top, singing a song to me and SMM. It was a rap. About a naked mole rat. And Cheese Micks (Cheese Nips). It was a fine little diddy--went something like this;
"When I say 'Mole Rat', you say 'Cheese Micks'! 'Mole Rat'! 'Cheese Micks'! 'Mole Rat'! 'Cheese Micks'!
If you put a mole rat trap down your pants, and you add a piece of cheese, you might catch a mole rat in your pants!"
I'm not sure how the rest went. I was crying, because i was laughing so hard. There were motions to go along with this, too.
This kid is too much.