The Slice: We’ll call it seven degrees of Han Solo

I‘ll send one of those coveted reporter’s notebooks to the first reader who can identify the link between “T-shirts, cut-offs and a pair of thongs” and Harrison Ford.

OK, let’s move on.

“Note from a friend: “Paul, I have a Slice idea,” he wrote. “I’m dating a nurse who works in pediatric oncology, so she spends a lot of time with children and their families. In the course of caring for kids, she gets the scoop on a lot of family business — not necessarily dirty laundry, but stuff you probably wouldn’t want your child blabbing to the world.

“Made me wonder how many families out there have had their toenails curled by something their child divulged to a nurse — or teacher, for that matter.

“How many nurses/teachers have heard things that still gives them pause, or at least a good chuckle?”

“Strike three: Did you notice, in the birth listings, the baby whose first name was “Homerun” spelled backward?

Of course, there’s really no need to reverse the spellings to make use of baseball lingo in naming newborns.

How about “Beanball,” “Slider,” “Goodwood,” “Foultip,” “Hardtag,” “Pickoff,” “Offspeed,” “Brushback,” “Cutter” or “Thrownoutattheplate.”

“Slice answer (first in a series): So this 7 ½-year-old girl with three younger brothers was about to get taken to grandma’s because her mother was minutes from leaving to go deliver another baby.

She had some deadpan parting advice for her mom: “If it’s a boy, don’t bring it home.”

It was, in fact, a boy. But the baby’s big sister took one look at him and softened her stance.

“Gee, he’s cute,” she said. “Let’s keep him.”

And so they did.

“Mousie’s big adventure: “Your recent items about things falling off the car elicited a few chuckles and a fond memory,” wrote Helen Rock of Coeur d’Alene.

“When our younger son was a toddler he was inseparable from Mousie, a particularly ugly stuffed mouse about 15 inches high and 7 or 8 inches wide. It stood upright on a slightly rounded bottom, with its ears sticking straight out at the sides like wings. He loved to hold it up to his face and ‘hide’ behind it.”

Well, one day that little boy’s father got in his pickup and drove the usual seven miles to his workplace.

“Imagine his surprise when he walked around back to get something out of the bed of the truck and found Mousie sitting perkily on the back bumper, right where John had left her the night before.”

By all rights, Mousie should have fallen off the truck.

Rock wonders if some stuffed animals have guardian angels.

“Our little guy got several more years of loving in with that mouse before I retired her.”

“Today’s Slice question: What’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard a fan yell at a Seahawks practice?