For some reason, I think if I had two daughters instead of two sons, I wouldn't have been hearing this morning, "Can I see the mouse Daddy? Please can we go out and see the mouse now?" This, referring to the dead mouse with his head still squished in the trap, which Heath had temporarily disposed of on the porch. "Wow... cool! Now I've seen a real mouse!"

So, how did the mouse get into my basement? And does he have 10 or 20 friends down here, too? ((Shudder))