The Identification of a Messer Mouse

     My mom refers to it as "being a messer mouse". My dad is one.  I am one.  All young children are "messer mouses".  We are creative, must do, hands-on learners and builders.  We also tend to me butterflies of creativity, fluttering from one creative endeavor/hobby/ project to another messier project that must not be moved.  I know we should be "messer mice", but that doesn't suit Mom.  Mom has a love/hate relationship with our creative endeavors.  She enjoys the end results and complaining about the mess.
      My Dad once built a 12 foot windmill in our living room.  It was my sister's science fair project.  He rebuilt engines and carburators in front of the fireplace.  We refinished numerous pieces of furniture together in the living room.  I made four Power Ranger costumes in our living room.  Four doll quilts, two costumes for Seven Brides For Seven Brothers the high school production, oil paintings, and woodworking projects were all built in the living room.  While Dad and I are messer mouses, we are not isolationists.  We crave the company of our family and thrive in the hub of things.  We want need to share our endeavors and our observations with others.  Now I am endeavoring to share with the world. Insert maniacal laughter here.
      You may be a messer mouse or just live with one.  Either way identification can lead to understanding and even appreciation. Messer mousing is an enriching activity.