Whispered conversation in the upstairs hallway early yesterday morning begins to seep into daddy's consciousness....
GTG: What is it?
Princess: ACTUALLY--it is a mouse.
GTG: Why isn't it moving?
Princess: I think it is dead. See? It's ear is missing. If you lose your ear you bleed everywhere and then you are dead.
Princess: And look, there are little holes too.
GTG: Wow! Let's show Boy!
Princess: Ok, I will pick it up
At this point Daddy realizes there is a REAL mouse, a real DEAD mouse in the hallway and that the Princess is about to pick it up. He bounds out of bed and disposes of it (and then collapses back on the bed--it's hard to just leap up from a pretty sound sleep like that).
The girls came downstairs eager to tell me all about the mouse but I didn't get the full story from Daddy until later.
P.S. We don't have mice in the house usually, but every once in a while the cat catches one outside and sneaks it inside to share with us. This time it was the boy who let her in and failed to see that she was carrying something.