Dinner!

Joey was walking home from school last week when he noticed a dead mouse on the side of the road. Sometimes in the winter we'll get mice in the house. They like our woodpile, and the garage, and when it's very cold they can make their way inside. We set traps every year and Joey has seen his share of dead mice. In fact, we have some poison traps set up right now. They are little boxes filled with yummy poison. The mice are supposed to grab dinner, then scoot off to their homes to die. I know, sad. Joey thought it would be funny if the dead mouse on the side of the road somehow ended up in our little poison box, under the kitchen sink. So, he did what anyone would do. He picked up the mouse by its little mousy tail and carried it home. He brought it inside, probably carried it up to his room and chased his sister around with it, then he carefully placed it behind the sink. Where it sat. For a week. In my kitchen. I probably opened that cabinet door 500 times. I'm sure I pulled out the garbage can 5 times, to take the bag out and put an empty bag back in. That whole time I never noticed the stinking rotting corpse. I already knew I was the most unobservant person in the world, but now I also know that my son is a scheming, secret keeping stinker. And, his fingers are disgusting.