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Mr. Mouse is Ivo's imaginary friend. I don't really know where he came from. All of a sudden, he just started saying, "Mr. Mouse!" I asked him who Mr. Mouse was, and he said, "Hold Grandma's hand. Hold Grandpa's hand." Hmm. Is he here right now? Holding people's hands? CREEPY.

This weekend we were driving out to Point Reyes, and Ivo was looking up at the trees, and he said, "Mr. Mouse!" I started grilling him on this Mr. Mouse character. Is he big or small? Big. Does he have eyes? Yes. Big or small? Small. Is his nose big? Yes. And pointy. Hmmm... Is it the Chuck E. Cheese mouse? Why is my kid hallucinating the Chuck E. Cheese mouse? And he is pointing at the trees?! Mr. Mouse is in the trees? Tell me you don't have goosebumps right now.

But on a lighter note, he was babbling in the backseat and saying, "Ivo happy! Daddy happy! Mommy happy!" We had a really good weekend. And he could really tell.

P.S. If you ever get the chance to go get Drake's Bay oysters and grill them, DO IT!