He (one just like him, anyway) was seen streaking across my kitchen floor early Sunday morning. Pretty sure I reacted just like any respectable girl and screamed. Good thing my brilliant mouse-hunting husband was around to save the day. We were late for Sunday School by a couple of minutes, but it meant a mouse out of my house.
Nathan says he was just a rogue and not to worry.
He's right. Right?
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