Shaking his head, Sebastian turns to Tanner. “We need to get some supplies so we can trap the mouse. Didn’t I tell you no more live animals in the house?”
As they walk out the back door, I hear my son defending himself. “But it was a cute little guy. I thought she’d like him.”
“Son, you need to learn about girls…”
I’m not sure what bothers me more—my husband teaching my five-year-old son about girls, or the constant stream of critters he brings into my home. Maybe it’s time to get a cat. Now, there’s an idea.