my thoughts exactly

Two weeks ago, we had a doozey of a day. Our playdate took a turn for the worse when Jackson threw a toy at his friend's head, making him bleed. When we got home, amidst tears, whining, etc....a mouse comes strolling out from under the couch. As Jon and I tore the living room apart trying to catch it, I mean kill it, Cade put his head in his hands and, shaking his head slowly back and forth, says, "This is turning into a not-so-good-day."

Um, remember this book?

Vintage mouse here.