“Honey! Who put the mouse there? Where’s the computer?” She hollered.
“I don’t know!” A grumpy voice hollered back. “Ask Mikey!”
She put her hand on her waist. “Ask Mikey, always just ask Mikey,” she muttered.
“Mom, what is it?” Mikey peeked down from upstairs. She blinked, “I heard my name.”
“Oh, yes,” she held up the mouse.
He saw the mouse and ran down the stairs. “I’ve been looking all over for that.” He snatched the mouse from her hand. “Thanks, Mom.”
“Next time, pack the computer with the mouse.” She hollered as Mikey returned to his den upstairs.