Mike De Sisti

Here’s the scene. My mom, in town from Indianapolis, is changing Isabella. Isabella is our new baby girl. A ripe 3-week-old. My mom’s changing her in our nice clean baby room. She calls me to the room. I see a mouse. It moved across the floor with the speed of Mickey’s stoner brother. I just needed something to kill it with. The biggest object close by was a 480 page soft-cover book titled “The Womanly Art of Breast Feeding.

It took two whacks with the book.