The other day I was eating some pasta with parmesan "cheese" when my phone rang in my bedroom. Rather than leave my food for even a moment my pregnant self walked down the hall, bowl in hand. After I grabbed my phone I was walking back when I heard Medium talking about a mouse in his room. WHAT? "There's a mouse in your room?" I asked.

"It smells like cheese. I think there is a mouse in here eating cheese." Only a four-year-old would think that was the most likely explanation.

On another note, it looks like Six had a nice long shower last night. Or more likely a bath judging by the bath toys strewn about the tub :)