Ratatouille - Eeeeeek!
Once upon a time, there was a little mouse in my house. Nawwww, that sounds kinda cute, doesn't it? When we were little kids, my dad used to sing this song about a mouse in old Amsterdam. It was a song that encouraged full family participation, by which I mean, whomever is loudest, wins. Dad (booming):"I saw a mouse!" Us kids (squealing): "Where???" Dad (more booming with Dutch accent for additional theatre): "Zere on da stair!" Us kids (altogether now): "Where on the stair???" Dad (uber booming now...): "Right zere!!! A leetle mouse vis clo-oggz on!" Several weeks ago suburban mum me (think active wear and unbrushed hair), sauntered out into the back yard with a bulging laundry basket perched on the same hip two bellowing babies had one time occupied, often at the same time. I dumped the laundry basket on the pavement under the hills-hoist; great Australian dream that it is and as I reached for the
