I was knelt down in the driveway swapping lenses on my camera when one of the more obnoxious neighbor girls came skidding up on her bike throwing pebbles all over our driveway. “Oh hi,” I said shielding my camera with my body, “I see you noticed my daughters were running a snow-cone stand today. No doubt you are here to beg for samples again?” She snorted. “I probably don’t even want one,” but she was already picking up the colored bottles of syrup and shaking them in the air as Clara protested and pulled them out of her dirty hands. The neighbor mouse finally gave up and looked back down at me. “Oh, what’s that?” She pointed. I sighed and held up the two…