When Little Prince was an imaginative 3 year old, he came into my room with something in his hand. I was researching some stuff for school on the computer and just played along as he said, “Mommy look at my cuuuute little mouse! Wanna pet it?”. I turned to pet his “mouse” & realized that there was a DEAD BABY MOUSE in the palm of his hand. Now, I could deal with a live baby mouse in his hand – they are pretty cute – but a dead one? No way Jose. I calmly broke his sweet little heart as I told him Dead Baby Mouse would have to live in a Walmart bag in the trash can outside.
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