Well, I didn’t catch any mice in my humane traps, so Alex took the kids out to help him buy deadly, deadly snap traps this afternoon. Of course, this wasn’t until after Quinn heard “mousetraps” and panicked, thinking we were going to murder our pet mice.
(Our pet mice wouldn’t stand a chance against those humane traps. They’re too chubby.)
I now wash my hands of the whole thing. I no longer have a mouse problem, Alex has a mouse problem.
Because we’re no longer talking about…that, I will instead distract you with this cute photo of Jack that I found when I was organizing and backing up my digital photos a couple of weeks ago. It is one of my favorites ever, taken in the days when he was obsessed with space and his hair stood straight up off his head.
And that is all I have to say about that.