My daughter and the dead mouse
My wife found a dead mouse in a trap in the laundry room. Months ago when the weather turned cold, we had a mice invasion and I had set a lot of traps throughout the house. But we hadn't seen any signs in months and this mouse had triggered a long-set trap. So she asked me to remove it because she doesn't like to deal with the dead if I'm around to do it. My 5-year-old and 2-year-old daughters followed me down to the basement. I put the youngest on top of the dryer to sit and my 5-year-old knelt over the dead mouse. "Can I touch it?" she asked. "No," I said out of habit. "Can we cut it in two?" "No," I said quietly. "Can we cut its head off?" she asked. "No," I said. My wife always says that the 5-year-old is the one that is most like me.
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Unless your 5-year-old wants to pursue a career in biology or taxidermy, maybe she should spend more time with your wife. I didn't want to chop anything's head off until I was in high school, and that was a defensive posture. If I ever meet your daughter in a dark alley, I'm dogmeat...
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