We let him sleep w/us last night and we were talkin’ about how we think we caught the last mouse in our house, with a loud trap in the kitchen that snapped and woke me up. I told Bray how I heard a loud noise and then a bunch of squeeking. He goes, “you mean, “meep-ing”?
After a few seconds of silence, (& thanks to daddy’s musical influence) we hear Braylon singing quietly,
“Oh, half-way there! Woah-oh! Meeping on a prayer!”
There was no prayer for this lil squeeker.