Caught in a Vulnerable Position

As I have said before we have had a little bit of a mouse problem the past few months. When I am up late, it's not uncommon to see them (yes more than one) running to and fro in the kitchen. Usually they come out when it's late so Allison and the kids don't have to interact with them...until last night.

Here's the scene, Levi is stalling big time about going to bed. He has already been put in his bed and tucked in twice. Allison and I are in the living room happily on our computers and we can hear him "sneaking out" of his room to go into the bathroom (convenient excuse to get out of bed). We both look at each other and roll our eyes and Allison (her turn) starts to get up to put him back in bed for the third time.

All of a sudden we hear the following:

(clap...clap....clap)
(screaming....clap....crying....clap)
D A D D Y!

I jump out of my chair and run down the hall, to discover Levi standing at the toilet with his PJ's around is knees screaming "THERE'S A MOUSE!" Which then I turn to see a little brown mouse run out of the bathroom and into the hall.

Tearing down the hall a few steps behind me was Allison, who upon practically running into the mouse, had her "Momfiercness" kick in and she grabbed the closest thing she could think of to capture the mouse (a mixing bowl). For Allison this is no small feat, because she has been known to stay awake all night at Camp Shiloh feeling "phantom mice" running accross the bed due to being traumatized at the thought of a mouse in our cabin.

The mouse escaped, but the ensuing processing discussion we had with Levi is something I will never forget. It was hilarious, precious, and unforgetable. In some ways I am thankful that the mouse created the opportunity for Allison and I to have this lasting memory.

However, mouse is still dead come 9:30 am when the exterminator gets here!