We’re having some mouse drama at the Faulk house.

First, our computer mouse broke, so we had to go to the store to buy a new one. This prompted much discussion amongst the girls about “mouses” and whether or not Papi would let them have the dead mouse (cord cut off, of course) to add to their toy stash. He did. The girls had the dead mouse, we had a mouse that actually worked, and everyone was happy…

… everyone, including the REAL, LIVE, FURRY mouse in our house! He was so excited that he ran through the living room as we were gathered around our new computer mouse, alerting us to his presence for the first time.

(The girls didn’t see him and were, as a result, really confused about why we were screaming and jumping up and down about a computer mouse.)

Anyhoo, it was another trip back to the store to buy mouse traps. I asked Wes, “How many did you get?,” expecting him to say “two,” and he answered with, “Eight.” Any job worth doing is a job worth doing THOROUGHLY, after all.

We set up the traps and explained to the girls that they were not to touch them because we were trying to catch a mouse. “This mouse?,” Emma asked, holding up the computer mouse. “No, a furry mouse.” Ana, with an incredulous look in her eyes, “We have a FURRY MOUSE?” We do… but hopefully not for long!

The longer the girls thought about it, the crazier their ideas regarding “mouses” got, culminating in this conversation…

Ana: You know, one day, if I get turned into a mouse, I will be a tiny, little, very cute mouse! Emma, you will be so much bigger than me when I am a mouse! But you will love me!

Emma: I will CRASH you with my foot!

Ana: You will not! You will be so sad that I’ve been turned into a mouse!

Emma: (stomping her feet) CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

If these mouse traps don’t work, I think Emma has the right idea, don’t you?