This morning I was awoken by Mason...No biggie you say. The difference in this morning and every other morning that he wakes me is that this morning, he was holding a MOUSE.
Not just a mouse but a DEAD MOUSE!
It took me a few seconds to realize what he was holding but when I opened my eyes at 7:15 ish I was definitely not expecting to see a little dead mouse in my sons hands. At first I was unaware of what he was holding until I saw the tail. And quickly my eyes adjusted to see this little thing in Mason's hands. Quickly I told him to go throw it in the trash and wash his hands.
By the time I came down stairs he had done as I had asked. Thus I asked the boys where they find the mouse. The answer was: in the middle of the hallway. Which brought on their imaginative answer as to how the mouse got there.
This is what I heard
Mason: Mom, the mouse was killed by a bear.
Me: A bear?
Aidan: A bear wasnt in this house!
Mason: No, No. The mouse was attacked outside and he came in to escape and he died.
What imaginations. I think most of it came from a movie was watched yesterday called Gruffalo. Nonetheless it was funny to hear them talk about how this nasty little creature got into my house.
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