Jeff: I gotta tell you something.
Me: Ok. What?
Jeff: Zenia says she thinks she saw a <<<<<<<******>>>>>>>>>>>> (too muffled to hear).
Me: She saw a what?
Jeff: A mouse?
Me: In our house?
Me: Where in our house?
Jeff: In the kitchen.
Me: Is she sure? Was she drinking heavily or taking 'shrooms? Might she be hallucinating?
Jeff: I am pretty sure she saw it. She came to tell me right after she saw it.
Me: Ok. Well. We're moving.
(He thinks I am kidding. I am not. It's either me and my babies or the mouse, I don't care how freaking cute Ratatouille was.)