Last week we met Fuzzy McSmally McCheezy . Everyone keeps asking, "How's the mouse?" so a brief update is in order.
When PHD came home to meet the mouse that night, it was agreed that Fuzzy should be released into the wild where he would live a happy mouse existence away from my house. I also was worried about what would happen to the child's psyche when the mouse met his inevitable demise. So, Boy 2 fed Fuzzy some grated cheese to sustain him on his journey and took him to the park. Our conversation upon his return went like this:
Me: Did you let him go?
Boy 2: Yup. I think he was half dead anyway.
Me (surprised): Oh! Why do you think that?
Boy 2 (annoyed with Fuzzy): Well when he got off the merry-go-around he layed on his back for a while then just ran into the bushes.
Poor Dizzy Fuzzy...