Schools were closed due to snow. Boy A and Boy B were staying home alone. Hubby and I left, closing the door on the teenage mutterings of Boy A, who was deeply disappointed that we would not drive the 20 miles from work to home, during lunch time, to drive him to his friend’s house, the one who lives the 30 miles further out.
Shortly after getting to work I received an imperious call from Boy A demanding I come home immediately. The problem, they found a dead mouse on the floor (thanks, cats). Boy A could not stand to be in the house with a dead mouse and could not bear to touch it in any way, shape or form. I suggested paper towels or a broom and dust pan, but Boy A was adamant. He would not touch it.
Boy B came to the rescue. Protected with paper towels and a dust pan, he carried the mouse out back. Boy A followed to complete the funeral procession. The mouse was laid to rest among the trees in the back yard. A solemn ceremony of song and eulogy commemorated his passing. Boy B is the man.
1 comment:
Oh Good Lord what drama!!!!! The cats, dog and turtle had front row seats to all this entertainment - too bad I didn't have a ticket!
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