Our house is old (built in 1871). Every time it rains for several days straight or starts to get cold the mice seek shelter in our house. I have been trapping mice for about the last week or two. Whichever child is nearby when I find a trapped mouse usually studies it's appearance with me. Today, Birdie was with me when I found one.
Birdie: "Is it a girl or boy?"
Me: "I think it's a girl."
Birdie: "But it's not wearing it's bow on it's head."
Me: "No, it's not wearing a bow."
Aren't kids funny!