My three children just came bounding in from outside. They had only been outside less then 15 minutes. Noah, comes in… with something in his hand and exclaims: Look mom.. I found a baby mouse!

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!

That’s not a baby mouse. That’s a full grown mouse.

Luckily (?) it was dead.

Noah wanted to know how I knew it was dead.
Dinara wanted to know if we could do CPR.
Emma noted that rigor mortis had set in, so Mom was perhaps right, it was indeed dead.

They are now burying it in the front yard (so our dog doesn’t dig it up in the backyard) and Emma is going to make a RIP sign for “Squeaky”.

These are the memories I’m going to cherish one day right?

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