Yes, that is a mouse pad on my (dirty) Kitchen floor. Natalie was rummaging through my computer bag yesterday and pulled out my old mouse pad.
"What's this?" she wanted to know. She held it gingerly, as if she might have accidentally stumbled upon a costly ancient relic.
"It's a mouse pad." I replied, setting the table for dinner.
"Oh!" she cried, running around the table with it.
She rushed over to the doorway that leads into our Family room. Very carefully, she knelt and placed the mouse pad on the linoleum.
"There." she said. "Now the mousie can sleep on it."
I am pretty sure T would have recommended something with a little more lumbar support, or maybe even a Tempurpedic, but I let it go.
Already such a good hostess, and only three years old. Next thing I know, she'll be putting little mints out in case we should have mousie guests.
I think I'll take a cue from Natalie. If you come to visit me soon, I'll just lay out a mousepad for you.