It's always something.
Now that the weather is breaking, we are pretty much forcing the girls to go outside.
They've been cooped up in our house for way too long and now it's time to just get the fuck outside and play. Go away. Go find something to do.
I had to run a quick errand after work yesterday and when I came back, Steve was on the quad coming up back around the house.
He meets me at the truck and just shakes his head.
"Your kids dude...." is all he could say.
Both girls come around the corner, muddy as hell, proud as FUCK saying they caught a mouse.
AGAIN.
A live one, you guys.
Explain to me how two small girls can grab a live mouse fast enough? With their BARE HANDS?
And this isn't the first time! The last time she caught a live mouse, she hid it upstairs under a light in a small cage with grass and guinea pig food and some water. Like WUT.
We explained that she cannot keep these little guys, that they have families they need to go home to. So we let them keep him/her for a few minutes and then they had to let him/her go.
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| Just look at their faces, lol. So proud of themselves! And yes, that's mud on Mila's face. |
I'm not sure if I should be proud or horrified.
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