We just finished reading The Mouse and the Motorcycle to the kids. Gabe loved it! Porter not so much. He's just not old enough yet, but I know he loved the extra playtime before bed while we read to Gabe.
Unfortunately, I saw a mouse in our kitchen last night. Yes, I screamed. No one was there to hear it (except the mouse), but I assure you I still made a sound. When John got home I had him set out traps and sure enough this morning poor Ralph (the mouse from the book) was a goner. I tried to keep it a secret from the kids, but I guess John's just not as sensitive as me, because Gabe now knows that Mom and Dad terminated Ralph last night. Kind of ironic don't you think?
R.I.P. Ralph
2 comments:
Yuck!! The only good mice are the ones in books who don't make real messes in your house. Glad you got him. Now make John search for any openings bigger than a pencil eraser where he could have gotten in and seal your house up. The Schaefer's have way to many mice stories and so we say that is a bad word at our house.
Remember that time someone wrapped up a dead mouse for Nana?
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