Carsten came in the house to tell me that we have a mouse in our garage. Really? A mouse? We have mouse traps in our garage that our highly expensive bug and pest exterminating crew set for us. Really? A mouse?
Carsten ran out to the garage with the camera.
Look mom! A MOUSE!
I don't see a mouse.
Then he zoomed in for me.
A MOUSE!
Look mom! A MOUSE!
I don't see a mouse.
Then he zoomed in for me.
A MOUSE!
Well holy Hannah Montanah!We have a mouse!
Well at least it's not a mouse in the house!
It's just a mouse in the garage.
A mouse in the house is much worse than a mouse in the garage.... RIGHT?
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