I am not sure if this is typical of all children or just boys, but when there is no yelling or banging, I panic. Something is wrong or is about to be. This time, I searched the house, scanning the rooms until I found my little mouse. He ate half a box of Andes mints. When I asked him "What are you up to, mister?" He offered me a mint. And you know what? I obliged.
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