There are a couple of tiny kittens that have adopted my front porch as their new home. It seems they have entered their killing phase because yesterday I found a dead mouse on my sidewalk.
GD1 and I were walking and she said;
GD1: Hey Papa, look at the damn mouse.
GD1: Right there, it's a damn mouse.
Me: What kind of mouse?
GD1: It's a damn mouse.
Me: Why are you calling it that?
GD1: Because it's not alive anymore.
Me: Wait, what?
It finally dawned on me that she was saying "dead mouse".