So this is how I woke up this morning.
Tommy: Mommy! Mommy, get up! There's a real alive mouse in the house.
Me: What? Where?
Tommy: The cats have it now. They took it away from Danny. He HELD it.
Me: (wide awake now) Your brother held a living mouse? Did it bite him?
Tommy: No, but the cat did, so he gave it back. It's in the sewing room now.
And sure enough, 2 cats had a mouse cornered in the sewing room. Why do
my sons have no fear? Who just takes a mouse and holds it?